A Thief Breaks In

It's a Late Cold Winter Night you struggle to fall asleep in this odd half awake half asleep state, that is until you hear a sound downstairs. THUMP. Its probably just the heat turning on you tell yourself and try to go back to sleep. THUMP. As you lay their in bed hearing the sound a second time you realize it sounds more like something moving downstairs. You pull yourself out of bed with a groan and shuffle down the stairs, readying a baseball bat you're absolutely unequipped to use properly. Nonetheless, you continue forward through your dark mansion in the middle of the night, ready to take on whatever has broken in.

As you turn the corner towards the living room where you keep most of your valuables you're met with low moans and groans in the darkness. Confused, you light the lantern hanging on the wall to see the source of the noise- A woman wearing a raggedy cloak, trying to steal a large priceless painting from you. As You begin to understand whats happening you see the shelves are in disarray- In fact, most of them have been emptied. Looking back at her, it seems like she already took most of your valuables already and is acting alone.

You mutter at your own incompetence under your breath, for if you had only woken up a few minutes earlier you would've prevented this. As you contemplate what to do to afraid to speak or move, the girl looks around and her eyes trailing around the floor as they travel upward, landing upon you, she seems just as scared as you. She begins backing up towards the emptied shelf and trips over it. A second later, she bows down, cupping her hands in a submissive position."P-Please sir, let me leave.... I beg of you, I-I apologize..." Her voice is soft and gentle. "all ... I took was the art."

You groan, and put your head in your hands. Your father would tell you to throw her out onto the streets if he was still around, but... It's winter... and you cant just throw her out, and the police are no better these days.

"... What's your name?" You look at her as she sits on here knees begging for forgiveness.

"S-Sir, please, I-" she begins to say

"What's your name?" You ask again still trying to figure out what to do.

"U-Uhm...Raven ..." She mumbles.

You say "I should call the cops on you Raven " You look down at Raven trying to keep a solid composure while panicking just as much as she is worried she will see through your bluff

"I'm sorry... P-Please no police everything I took is just outside I can bring it back in, I just its so cold outside and I have no money for a place to sleep... im so sorry" Raven pleas.