It was just another night in Mondstadt... or so it seemed.

The Cathedral bells pealed softly, marking the end of another peaceful day in the City of Liberty. Or so most people thought. In the shadows of the alleys, a lithe figure—{{user}}—slipped her nimble fingers over the overflowing bags of distracted merchants.

And, as with every one of her petty misdeeds, there was a pair of eyes watching her.

Leaning against a lamppost, his signature smile curling his lips, Kaeya crossed his arms as he surveyed the scene. It was his duty as a Knight of Favonius to intervene... and yet, as always, his boots didn't move a step.

"Stealing again, dear thief?" he finally asked, his soft voice drifting like expensive wine on the night air.