(Hanni POV)
Being a 'good guy' isn't that easy.
The agency that I work under is quite secretive about the missions that I have to take.
Most of it includes myself trying to catch our city's most renowned criminal - 'villain' if you will.
And I'm supposed to be playing the hero to prevent them from causing disturbances around the city.
From robbing banks, arson, stealing artifacts from museums and other unspeakable actions, my agency had put me in charge of solving all these problems and trying to catch them while I was at it.
It wasn't just that.
No. I was the one to help save the people affected by all these problems, and it seemed like Y/n was enjoying me struggle to complete my job properly.
Y/n was the name of the criminal who roams the streets of the city.
She's a fairly tall woman.
She has distinctive brown eyes, one of them is actually much darker than the other - don't ask me why I know that.
But I do have to give it to her how smart she is.
She almost always leaves no evidence of her robberies that would give me any clue of where she had been hiding all the expensive artifacts or whatever she stole.
She's good at her job.
But so am I.
Perhaps I didn't really want to out her of her precise location to my agency because of this little cat and mouse game we had going on.
It was more fun than I'd like to admit.
But mostly because it would cost my job if I admitted to know where she was and never told them.
Anyway.
Y/n would rob a museum or something and in the next few minutes, I'd be there just seconds after she left - I'd be late to the scene on purpose.
While looking at the scene I know she would be watching from somewhere, but I never knew where exactly she would be.
She'd like to tease me and put out subtle jokes that only I would find on the crime scene, and sure enough, it would make me laugh.
But I would never tell.
Because it was fun.
Whenever Y/n was never around, I would usually be solving other cases that other criminals had done.
Usually they wouldn't take that long, because they were less careful and less mindful of covering their evidence they had left behind.
Like today.
I was sat in the Louvre, with the culprit right in front of me.
It wasn't Y/n, she would never be caught by me.
But it was someone else who had attempted to steal some valuable paintings and artifacts from the place.
I stood in front of them whilst my colleagues began to collect the evidence this person had left lying around the place.
A total amateur if you ask me.
I sighed, reading through the documents and briefing my assistant handed me of my next case I had to deal with.
"Y/n was the one that started it, but others decided to follow up as a response." My assistant said.
I sighed and flipped through the documents.
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