A man strolled composedly down the darkened street. The night was silent, save for the singing cicadas and the thumping of the man’s boots. He gave a short whistle, going from low to high. Almost immediately after the whistle another sound emerged. Another whistle—this one ranging from high to low. A figure appeared on the same road as the first, the two walking on opposite sides of the road. The first person, the taller and stockier man, flashed the other a quick smirk and tipped his bycocket hat. His eyes were gleaming in the pale moonlight, and with one swift movement, the man disappeared.

The man pulled himself up onto the sill of a window closest to the ground. From there, he jumped onto the overhead of the house. His movements were fluid and soft. His footsteps were light enough to prevent noise as he leaped from one place to another. As quick as a jackrabbit the man slid pulled a window that seemed to lead to a hallway. He slipped one leg in first, and then ducked his head so he wouldn’t knock it on the white painted frame as he entered the large house.

The marauder picked up glimmering items as he explored the new home. A closed double-door caught his eye. The doors were made out of expensive wood and carved with intricate, breathtaking patterns. The knob of the door was made of a silver material and decorated with gold lining. The man laid a hesitant hand on the delicate knob before grasping it tighter and yanking one of the doors open. The room was as beautiful as the doors. A sparkling chandelier made of diamonds hung over the center of the large ballroom. The man knew he couldn’t leave the room without pocketing something. He decided the gleaming diamond bracelet that someone had left on a small mahogany table. The man left the room, his cloak flittering behind him as he took up a brisk pace. He shut the door softly before he took off running towards the window.

Everyone has his or her own signature move or item. For some it was the way the walked, others it was the shoes they wore on their feet (or the lack of shoes). This man had a signature move too, one he followed through with every day without fail. Before he went out the window at the end of the long hallway, the tall man opened an elegant door. He left it half open. And only then did the man disappear, leaving no trace aside from the open door.