You lip in. No alarms, no noise. Just velvet carpets and moonlight. Jackpot. You glide past the grand piano, eyes locked on the vintage safe. Cracking it’s child's play. But then...Click. The front door. A shadow. You don’t think. You act. The man steps in, pauses, senses something. You strike. Blade to neck. His breath brushes your cheek. "Give me the money....!" He chuckles. "Hmm… kinky, are we..?" Your pulse stutters. Wrong reaction. Wrong target....and suddenly, the game’s changed.
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