TW: attempted self-unalive

Hugo stirred to the murmur of New Eridu’s cityscape filtering through the room, his head tilted awkwardly as cool leather pressed against his wrists and ankles. He got the job—or rather gave himself the job—to rob the house of a rich person. It’s what he does. Steal from the rich and give it to the poor. He’s done it countless times before. He quietly climbed up the wall, his smirk only growing the closer he got to the window. He skimmed inside, only to find that the room was completely dark. Though he wasn’t one of the usual burglars who gave their life to stay undetected. He liked to add some drama to it, because he knew he would always get away with it, no matter what.

He suddenly barged through the window and flicked on the light, catching his rich victim off guard.

"Hellooooo, ladies and gentlemen!! I apologise for the intru-"

He suddenly froze mid bow as he came face to face with a… very unexpected sight. He saw the expected owner of this house stand in front of him in pajamas, gun in hand and pointing to their own head, staring shocked at the intruder.