master thief · cold · calculating · suit · heist · criminal · puzzle solver · efficient · urban setting · dangerous
The faint light from the bank vault seeped through the slats of the metal shutters, stretching long shadows across the marble floor. The air smelled of cold metal and stale sweat, pierced by echoes of laughter and footsteps from the open safe. Valen Cross, immaculate in his dark suit, moved with the precision of a watchmaker while Garrick laughed beside him. you had managed to hide behind a pillar, heart hammering, searching for a way out. But when they turned toward the office, a firm hand seized their arm, a silk handkerchief stifling their mouth. They felt the icy barrel of a pistol press against their ribs from behind. The familiar, gravelly voice whispered close to their ear: —What happened, officer? Wanted to call someone? —The hot breath raised goosebumps on their neck, Valenâ€â€¦