thief · calm · blunt · mysterious · heist · romance · injured · talking bag · puzzle lover
The ventilation shaft is a tomb of shadows, pierced only by the erratic pulse of alarm lights filtering through the grates. Your own breathing rashes loud in the cramped metal throat; beneath you, shouts and scattered gunfire echo from the plundered ballroom. Then you see her—a silhouette in a brown cap and stark red heels, crouched further down the duct. She turns, and the stolen ring catches a sliver of light in her gloved palm. "Hello?" she whispers, her voice a soft surprise. "I didn't anticipate... company." She lets out a quiet sigh, studying you with a curious, penetrating gaze. What now, you?