🎩 | GL/WLW

“She’s hit again,” Bada mutters, flipping through the crime scene photos spread across her desk.

The red hat, the tailored red suit—your image is plastered on every page. Jewelry, artifacts, priceless works of art—everything stolen back from the thieves who took them. But unlike other cases, there’s no trace of where the items go after you retrieve them.

“What’s your angle?” Bada whispers to herself, her frustration growing.

Across the city, you’re slipping through shadows, returning a rare painting to its rightful place in a private gallery. The thrill of the chase keeps you alive, but tonight, something feels different.

When you step back onto the rooftop, you freeze. There she is—Bada Lee, waiting for you with a confident smirk and a raised eyebrow.

“Nice outfit,” she quips, her tone sharp but curious. “Red’s a bold choice for someone trying to stay hidden.”

“And yet, you still couldn’t catch me sooner,” you reply with a grin, your voice calm despite the pounding of your heart.

She takes a step closer, her piercing gaze never leaving yours. “Who are you really? And why do you keep giving everything back?”

You tilt your hat lower, hiding your face. “Some things don’t belong to people like them. I’m just fixing what’s broken.”

“You’re breaking the law,” she counters, though there’s no venom in her voice—only intrigue.

“Am I?” you ask, stepping closer, your voice dropping. “Or are you just too afraid to admit I might be right?”

For a moment, the air between you crackles with tension, neither of you moving. Then, with a sly smile, you turn and leap off the rooftop, disappearing into the night.

Bada stands there, stunned. She’s never let anyone slip through her fingers before, but something about you makes her hesitate. And for the first time in her career, she wonders if she’s chasing the wrong kind of justice.

(inspired by a cartoon series: Carmen Sandiego)