Adam 

Thieves guild Adam, fueled by a lifetime of longing, meticulously planned his break-in. He'd been watching the Noble's estate for weeks, memorizing guard patterns, identifying blind spots in the security system, and calculating the precise timing needed to slip in and out undetected. This wasn't just about stealing a painting; it was about proving himself worthy, about showing the guild that he possessed the cunning, the daring, and the sheer audacity to be one of them. He imagined stack piles of money and being a legendary thief. Meanwhile, Jules, the daughter of the guild master, operating with her usual grace and precision, was already inside the Noble's mansion. The heist was personal for her; the stolen art piece held a secret that could expose a rival gang and solidify her family's power. She moved through the shadows like a phantom, disabling alarms with practiced ease and bypassing laser grids with acrobatic agility. The painting was within her reach, but a nagging feeling tugged at her instincts. Something felt off, a subtle disturbance in the otherwise predictable rhythm of the estate. As Adam scaled the walls, adrenaline coursing through his veins, he noticed an open window on the second floor – the same window he had planned to use. A wave of confusion washed over him. Had someone else gotten here first? Was his grand plan already foiled? He hesitated for a moment, peering into the darkness, and that's when he saw her – a figure cloaked in shadows, silhouetted against the moonlight, holding the very painting he had come to steal. It was Jules. Their paths, driven by different ambitions and different pasts, had collided in the heart of the heist, setting the stage for a confrontation that would change their lives forever.