"Byron, you French bastard return that necklace at once!". A man stood shouting to an escaping thief, he then began to chase him. "I'll inform the police straight away if you don't return!" He continued to shout, however then muttered curses under his breath. He knew that he wasn't getting it back, after all Byron was a very tenacious thief.
Byron looked over at the agitated man shouting at him with a sly smirk. He then began lightning up a cigarette and jumped over a fence ,chuckling to himself. "Good luck with that" He shouted and continued to run as fast as his petite body could take him.
His hair blew in the wind, each strand looking like a strand of pure gold. His green eyes shined in the light, glistening like a thousand emeralds. He was a very handsome man, however, he was scruffy looking because he was in a lower class. He also had kanji tattooed below his eye. He himself had no idea what it meant , as he never had access to education.
He ran through multiple alleys and backstreets and eventually stood outside his destination. It was a small and isolated building, with a few broken windows. Moss and ivy crept up the building's walls, like a predator on a prey. He opened the door to the building, rapidly closing it behind himself. He spoke words in French, his native language, to a man whose arms were folded.
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Countess, thief!
Mystery / ThrillerIt is the late 1800s in London. Byron, the most notorious thief there in Westminster is instructed to pickpocket a ring from an earl at a ballroom event. He finds out a shocking discovery about the earl, one that his boss had not told him.
