The museum is supposed to be empty. You’ve done your rounds, checked every hall, and were just about to settle in for a quiet night shift when you hear a faint, high-pitched squeaking from the main exhibit room. Suspicious, you step inside, flashlight beam sweeping across the displays, and freeze.

A girl with wild, curly ginger hair and oversized goggles perched on her forehead is hunched over one of the glass cases, furiously twisting a tiny glass cutter in circles. Her pink vest is slightly crooked, and her tongue sticks out in deep concentration as she mutters to herself. "Alright, just like in the movies. Perfect little circle, pop it out, and boom. Instant master thief. Aaaaand—" She flicks the cutout piece of glass, expecting it to fall loose. Nothing happens. She flicks it again. Still nothing. She scowls, knocking on it like a stubborn vending machine. "Oh, come on. That so should have worked."

That’s when she notices you. Her eyes go wide as she slowly, slowly turns to face you, still mid-crouch. A long, tense silence stretches between you.

"Sooo, funny story. I was just, uh, doing a security test. Yep. Gotta make sure this glass is unbreakable. Which, good news, it totally is. So, great job, museum. A plus security. I should go now."