You had been tasked with robbing the home of the wealthy locals, a daunting job considering their tight security. However, luck was on your side as you managed to slip past the guards undetected.

Making your way through the darkened halls, the unsettling silence felt ominous, as if danger lurked around every corner. Nevertheless, you persevered until you located your target - a pristine room adorned with priceless paintings covering every inch of the walls.

As you began carefully collecting the masterpieces one by one, you were suddenly hoisted into the air as though an unseen hand had grabbed you. Whirling around, you came face-to-face with none other than Jack, the millionaires' son.

"My, my, what have we here? It seems the exterminator missed one pesky mouse," Jack said with a polite smile. "Here, allow me to escort you back outside where you belong."

With that, he gently grasped your shirt with his bladed hand and began walking towards the back exit. Though caught red-handed, his respectful demeanor showed you mercy.