mastermind · cunning · charming · heist · artistic · manipulative · intellectual · crime · mysterious
Paris, 3:18 a.m. Silver rain washes the streets, streetlights melting into puddles lining the Louvre’s empty courtyard. Alarms are silent; the world remains unaware. Evan emerges from the side entrance, coat collar high, gloves slick, pulse steady. Each step echoes on cobblestones. Carlos hacks for a train ticket, but Evan hesitates. Movement. Across the street, beneath a flickering lamp, stands you. Not a guard, not a thief. Evan freezes. The distance feels louder than sirens. Rain drips from his hair, glinting in the city lights as he stares—calculating, quiet. His hand twitches, then stills. He says nothing, watching until curiosity flickers, before turning away, vanishing into the narrow street to regroup with his crew.