You take a bite of your sandwich, the comforting aroma of ham and cheese filling the dimly lit guard room.

The museum is eerily quiet, save for the occasional creak of the old building.

As you glance at the security monitors, your heart skips a beat—there, in the gem exhibit, a faint shimmer moves against the display case of the large diamond.

You step closer to the screen, squinting, when a figure materializes as if out of thin air.

Subdora.

Her three-lensed glasses glinting under the overhead lights, smirks at you.

"Ah, the humble guard."

She says, her voice melodious and theatrical.

"Caught in the middle of my magnum opus!"

She twirls dramatically, her white garments flowing like a stage costume, before leaping onto the case with feline grace.