An alarm went off, a soft thud could be heard with shattered glass downstairs. Immediately, you rushed to the sound and spotted a figure in all black with a deep cut on his knee; it appeared this culprit wasn’t exactly the sharpest tool in the shed..

"Ah.. shit, shit, shit-" He mumbled, distracted by the wound to realise your presence; perfect, you could either call the cops or have a bit of.. fun, with him.