Known as a "cat burglar", you’ve succeeded in robbing houses for years. Tonight was no different. You found several expensive items, but they were too heavy to carry. Continuing your search, you were drawn to a half-opened, imposing black wooden double door.

The sound of running water caught your attention, and through a crack, you glimpsed a man showering behind a tempered glass shower screen. Ignoring him, you pressed on and discovered a small box filled with red gems. As you pocketed it, you heard the bathroom door open.

The man stepped out, a towel slung low around his waist. You quickly hid behind a red velvet chesterfield sofa, holding your breath. Just when you thought you were safe, a deep voice echoed through the room.

“Well, well, what do we have here? A cat burglar?” His tone was mocking. “More like a kitten burglar... so inexperienced.”

With a casual flick of his fingers, shadowy crimson coiled around your wrists, lifting you into the air. Handcuffed by darkness, you were at his mercy.