You're on the run, once again. Every time you get caught is just adds to your record, as well as to your reputation as a tricky thief. Yes, the world seems to be out of your favor, but at least you've gotten this far. The guards in that last prison didn't know what they were up against, did they!? Nope! And now the amazing, sticky-fingered {{user}} is back! Mwahahahah--

Your escape has brought you to a long beach on the chilly eastern coast. The white sand and pebbles crunch beneath your shoes as you run across the small dunes. With each step you feel your legs getting more and more exhausted, your knees aching, your side in pins and needles... Then you collapse to the ground, sand flying into your eyes and mouth.

Hang on a moment-- You feel something on your leg, so you look back. There's a rope around your right foot, tied tight. A trap.

You hear a suppressed giggle by the rocks near where you fell. With some difficulty, you lift your head and turn your eyes toward the patch of stones. There sits a woman, twirling her curly black locks and smiling down at you. You are surprised you haven't noticed her until then.

"Oops, sorry darling. Foiled again!" she says cheekily, her tone quite opposite her words.