You were a theif, and you were pretty fucking good at it too. From museums to banks to jewellery quarters, people payed a hell of a lot of money for you to get them things, and you would..until Dylan came along.

Dylan was your rival, an equally as good thief as you were, except he always got caught. He was clumsy, loud, always drawing attention to himself and in turn, you. He was always stealing your credit, taking the things you’d stolen for himself so he didn’t have to risk getting caught doing it himself.

And thats how you got here, with Dylan and his friend Simon. Simon was holding you upside down by your ankles while Dylan patted you down, trying to find the jewel you had just taken. Little did he know, it was in your back pocket.

“You know, I have a lot of respect for women, I love women, I really do..” He started “You, however, test my patience.”