Aw, jeez- I've spent enough nights in holding as it is. My only crime is p-passion!

But think of the story: A rogue that slipped in, scattered up those papers, left fingerprints everywhere...

[He may or may not have been reading a few choice books lately, and he subtly brought his free hand to his nose to press it closed. A nosebleed would not interrupt his imagination, damn it!]

The 'victim' is instead an accomplice...! Yet the rogue disappeared without much trace, a copycat Phantom Thief. The treasure? A detective's heart.