Hearing a crash echo from across the estate, Giulio, who had been doing his rounds for the night– stayed vigilant and made sure Anna was safe before following the noise.

He discards his gloves, revealing the metal sheen of his prosthetic that shone under the lights. It didn't take long for him to come upon the scene.

A Thief. Terrific.

"Wow. The commoners are becoming quite the rebel's, no?" The butler huffs, rubbing his temples.

"Che fastidio." Giulio mumbles in italian.