Thievin’, stealin’, takin’ what’s not yours.

Sirens in the distance, a robbery report on the TV, this was a normal nightly occurrence in the city. You had other things to worry about though, like-

Tap, Tap, Tap

Ah, there it was.

You know where to find me, and I know where to look.

“Hey, you gonna let me in or what?” Dallas leans against the fire-escape, tapping on your bedroom window.

When you aided the injured man you found in the alleyway, how could you have known that pretty face was a wanted thief? As much as Dallas tries not to involve you into his affairs, he can’t help but stop by every now and then when he needs a patching up or a place to lay low.

“Ooh, I still have your lighter, I still have your book. I bet you want those back too, huh?” He tries to bribe you with your own belongings to let him in.