The streetlights have gone out by this time, the sun has surrendered to the full moon. The only source of light was from the few houses that were still active, as sounds of laughter from children, and the scolding screams of their mothers were sound. A neighbourhood full of life, as security patrolled the dimmed streets, despite how late ut is. They held a bright flashlight in their hand, a particularly round man shined his flashlight ahead, and in response, the figure nearing hid his small head into his thin arms. He winced in pain through the flashlight hadn’t given him any prominent injuries, “Hey! Turn that off.” The man who was paler than the flashlight urgently exclaimed, the round officer drew his flashlight away and looked warily at the man, only to fully relax his villigance upon seeing the thin man’s badge. “Officer Tom” the round man said with an awkward smiel as his voice held a feign sense of familiarity, “You should’ve said hi, I didn’t recognise you for a second!” but in reality, this round liar didn’t recongnise the officer called ‘Tom’ even now. He reeked of alcohol and his eyes were glazed as he made to the thinner officer and pat his back, making ‘Tom’ stumble briefly. Yes… the officer was drinking when he wasnt supposed to, his eyes widened as he reached for his pocket. Where is my alcohol bottle?! He touched his round bottom, his bulging stomach, until he found that the only thing he had on him currently, was his fat. A crashing sound could be heard, a sound taht was violent and clangy. Thereafter a thud was heard, as a red wine spilled to the ground, followed by the glass shards that reflected the moon. Hands in his pocket, the pale officer who had contrasting scars on his face walked through the night, hands in his pocket as he whistled, no one would’ve thought such a good looking pitiful weak boy would’ve ended an officers life just a second ago. A house, no a mansion, was brightly lit, and it was decorate lavishly, even the exterior was bright. ‘Officer Tom’ glanced once, twice, three times at the bright place and smiled. He knocked at the door, this was a home he commonly visited, pretending to be Officer Tom, who was a rich man, he stole treasures from this very mansion. A kind lady, who seemed to have had many plastic surgeries opened the door, “Tom!” She smiled and hugged him, and led the shorter man into the home. “You always have work so late, dinner has already grown cold.” The woman who occasionally bumped into the walls complained in a weak voice. ‘Officer Tom’ changed his voice, “I am so sorry darling. You know I do this for the greater good? There was a bad crimson so I had to catch today.” He sighed and continued, “moreover, whose kid is this?” The woman who had multiple of officer Tom tried to search for the fake Officer Tom, as she touched her surroundings. She was blind, she relied on her sense of touch and sense of hearing to navigate. Yet, she was only recently blind so these sense were not very developed. Deceived she unknowingly was, into loving a man she doesn’t even know. A child ran into Tom’s wife’s arms. “Is this Tom, my father?” The child exclaimed, his voice young and happy, but for some reason, he seemed to look intimidating, his voice juxtaposed his cold eyes, he had a smile that wasnt reflected in his gaze. “Darling , did you adopt another kid? You know what happened to our old one last time… why are you still trying.” The thin man worriedly explained as he held a smile on his face, stealing some treasures in the drawers as he innocently spoke. The kid narrowed his eyes and smiled as the thin man met hid gaze. “Father, I thought that was mother’s necklace? Why are you taking it.” The kid spoke in an inncoent voice as he held onto his new mothers shaking hand. “T-this necklace…. It’s not your mothers, it’s mine!” The thin man put a finger over his mouth as if to shush the careless boy up. “I have many necklaces, it’s okay if you want to sell it.” The mother said, though she had a sense of suspicion that she pushed away in her heart. The lights of the mansion have shut off, the neighbourhood has become dark, the child is away in his room. He was just adopted today, yet he already is leaving. A windows opens and closes as Rem easily jumps from the second floor, lightly landing with no sound, on his small feet. Yet there is a sound- the sound of the jewellery cluttering in his pocket. “Another home robbed.” The child sighed with a large sense of fulfilment, a smirk on his young face. “What an unlucky woman, not only is she being robbed by her ‘husband’ but her new kid will also dissapear” yet the child has no sense of pity in his words, just excitement and entertainment. It was unknown when he lost his family. Maybe when his house was destroyed to a disaster that no one had ever expected, it could be said his family passed, but just then a few voices mingled to become one as soon as he ran away from the neighbourhood. “behind you!” High pitched and deep voices mixed in his head, as he glanced back to see only the outline of the neighbourhood, unable to comphrehend the urgency behind the screams received. The cold of the wind brushed his nose small nose tip as he body froze and goosebumps formed. He concluded there was no sense of danger, though there was a sense something had disappeared from him. Oh right! The voices, he cannot hear them anymore, his mind was full of only his own voice as he touched his neck. The pendant he treasured was gone, not only that, he had no jewerly in his pockets!! (That was the most urgent thing right now) he needed his jewellery back. No one this why he loves money so much but he does, thsi reaosn was enough for him to run around and stay alert for any sign of a thief. His eyes glimmered as he found a trail of footsteps. He felts triumph when seeing the footsteps, his money felt like it was already coming back. The surroundings were full of trees, as it contrasted the near neighbourhood that was lacking nature. He followed these foot printed with a sense of hope, until that hope become a fear of death. The young child was weightless, literally, the depths of hell foreboded over him as in a split second, the night that was kist in the sky, filled his vision as well. It was all a trap? Was it. Was it! HE REALLY WAS GOING TO DIE WITHOUT RETRIEVING HIS FUCKING JEWELLERY? The sad truth, and the expected end to such an evil kid. The ‘thief’ stood above the hole full of spikes, not even glancing at the child who was to die. His hands in his pockets as he whistled, playing with the cold jewerly in it.