The Thief -1- "I want everything." The shopkeeper was in tears as she scrambled to empty the register. The masked man held the gun out straight, his finger resting on the barrel just above the trigger. He was calm, confident. He had done this many times. As the woman behind the counter began to shovel various spellbooks into the sack, the masked man spoke again: "On second thought, just the money. I have no interest in those." The woman paused, warm tears rolling down her cheeks, her free hand shaking, and her other a sickly white as she gripped the bag. "Now hand it over," said the man, almost reassuringly. The woman slowly reached out, and the man swiped the bag from her grip, turned, and walked briskly out the door, giving her a bright "Good day!". Five minutes later, the shop alarm blared throughout the streets. "Good," thought the man, she can follow instructions". He stood atop the roof of the towering adjacent building, observing the chaos below. The chaos he had created. For him, it wasn't so much about the prize as it was obtaining it and then watching the destruction he left in his wake. He did it for the thrill. "Well, it's time I got going," he said to himself. Casually, he stepped over the edge of the rooftop and plummeted straight down. A woman below screamed as she saw what she believed to be a jumper ending his #life, and people around her turned their heads, their gazes locking on the falling figure. Moments before he hit the ground, however, he vanished.