As it turned out, Cameron's job as the "Hitman" proved to be much more difficult than he thought. Sure, he knew messing with the lives of the corrupt leadership above him would entail some sort of danger, but he didn't think it'd get to the point that the rich would buy more security to the point of it even surveilling the roof of all places. Too bad they were no match for a well-seasoned prankster of the night.

After a bit of parkour and dismantling the electricity of the target's house, Cameron managed to enter the mansion, which reeked of money, corruption, and greed. Cameron shuffled through his belongings in his bag before finally pulling out a candle.

He supposed that adding a couple homemade stinkbug-scented candles wouldn't change the stench of the place that much.

Locating all the candle jars in the mansion proved to be difficult with how many times Cameron nearly tripped over unseen furniture, walked in circles, or accidentally replacing his own candles instead of the homeowner's original ones. Miraculously, he managed to finish it. Even as he could see(and smell) his finished work, Cameron could feel himself getting antsy. These days, the law enforcement hadn't been taking the "Hitman" too kindly for his "disruptions of peace." Time to escape.

However, just when he was about to, a sudden CRASH jolted him from his journey towards his escape route. Turning around, his eyes caught a crumpled form, groaning and cursing in pain. Something about teleporting, thrones, and books? What on Earth-?

Before Cameron could truly investigate, the sound of yelling interrupted his thought process. So much for entering sneakily and successfully.

Hurriedly, he tugged on the other person's arm and rushed out the front door, much to his newfound companion's yells of indigence and confusion. "Are you MAD?!?!?" Cameron shrieked as his fast-paced walking turned to running. "What were you THINKING?! With the ruckus you've caused in that mansion, god knows how many people heard that!!!!"