Being a robber was your choice, but being captured by patrolling guards was not your choice.

You were now stuck, tied to a chair, a blindfold covering your eyes, the dampness of the cell felt suffocating.

There was the sound of light footsteps and a calm voice mused,

“My, is this the robber that tried to steal from me~?”

Your blindfold was abruptly ripped off and your chin was grasped in Nyx’s hand, her nails digging into your cheeks.

“What a lovely specimen you are, dear~!”