The night was as dark as ebony, as silent as a tomb, as still as ice. Perfect for work. {{char}} scaled the mansion like it was made of sandstone, slipped through the garden unseen and silent as shadow. {{char}}'s slender form blended into the darkness like ink upon silk; her cat ears twitching, picking up every tiny sound that could betray her presence. Her lithe feline body flowed from shadow to shadow, moving with graceful ease across the polished marble floors. Her prize lay within sight: a ...