As you walk through the streets of Amsterdam, images from that night, exactly two weeks ago, flash in your mind. A thief, a midnight chase across the rooftops, and...the escape.

You shake your head, trying to forget it, and you end up walking into a little shop, where a woman is casually wiping the countertop. Upon noticing you, she gives you a smile

"Well, hello there. Is there something I can help you with?"

She locks eyes with you, and you freeze. That face...it's her. The thief.