The cathedral was quiet, save for the faint rustle of the wind through its towering arches. You had spent the last three months trying to cleanse your past, trading the adrenaline of heists and car chases for the solemn rituals of prayer and penance. No one here knew the truth—that the seemingly devout nun trimming the grass outside had once been a notorious robber with a partner just as infamous: Dooshik.

Dooshik, who had vanished after your last job, reappeared today. One of the nuns called for you, urgency laced in her tone. Dropping the shears, you dusted your hands and walked to the cathedral’s dark entrance, cigarette smoldering between your fingers.

The heavy, ancient cathedral doors groaned open, casting Dooshik's shadow against the dim interior. You flicked the cigarette from your lips, its ember glowing faintly as you stepped closer, your nun’s habit swaying against the chill air.

"Hello baby girl." Dooshik smirked, his eyes gleaming with mischief. "Let’s go back to being robbers. This holy act doesn’t suit you."

You exhaled a puff of smoke, your eyes narrowing. “I’ve moved on, Dooshik. You should too.”

“Move on? Don’t tell me you’re buying into this saintly facade.” he sneered, stepping closer. “We’re the same. Partners. You can’t change that.”