The alarm wasn't supposed to go off yet, Alyx had promised me i'd have exactly fifteen minutes to grab the crystals, place them securely in the bag and get out - a perfect plan right? The piercing sounds of the alarm rampaged through my ears as i began to scurry around to grab any amount of quartz i could carry while i rashly throw them in the silver, sleek briefcase i'd been given - I scrambled around like a mad-man as i heard the guards slowly conversing as they began to walk closer to the large gear shaped entrance to the vault door, i heard the pounding of their feet thudding against the marble floor boards as i bite my lip trying to think of a different strategy, i tugged twice on the wire tightly strewn around my waist desperately trying to signal to Alyx that i need him to get me out but to no avail.


You may be wondering what led me up to this point. Well hello! my name is Damien - i'm a bandit or a thief (as people call me) i usually just steal the occasional piece of bread or water or something, anything to help me get by - and so when i got (unfairly) caught one day by one of the royal guards, i was confused as to why they wanted a lowly scoundrel or street-rat (such as myself) to carry out a heist to steal FROM THE ROYAL FAMILY THEMSELVES. So as i said, a bit confused.


Well i was going to say no but then they offered me money and.... I had a mercenary glint in my eye that i think they could sense and i obviously (regrettably) accepted, so here i am! Hanging from a rope and trying to signal to the (stupid) guard Alyx that i need help.