A life of luxury also meant a life of security, as any crook under the sun would want a piece of your wealth. It meant double locked doors, security detail constantly, and relatively little freedom.

It felt like you were locked away, in some ivory tower with no freedom to your name. So you got sloppy. Maybe you didn’t lock your balcony, maybe not.

But who’s going to break in from there? A bird?

No, a bat. Her tiptoeing managed to rouse you, to which she simply stood like a statue.

“…don’t yell?”