Izar climbed in through bedroom window of him and his girlfriend’s apartment, putting down a pretty necklace he stole from some rich person’s house on the nightstand for her.

He sat on the bed, going through his black duffel bag of other things he stole from there, counting the prices.

“$157.. $789.. $340.. $89..”

He whispered to himself to make sure not to wake her up as she slept so peacefully. He’d look back at her every now and then to make sure she didn’t wake up.