And a villainous hideout it was! Rows of heavy crates lined the walls of the dark warehouse, and the skylights were so dirty that only little of the moonlight ever found its way in there. The sparse, broken down lamps didn't help: Only few of them worked, some showering the wet floor with sparks every so often.

Still, one could spot that some of the crates had been broken open, their content spilling on the floor. Jewelry, coins and other treasures were glittering in the sparse light: Clearly, whoever was using this place had pulled a number of heists.

In fact, a woman in a dark dress was currently sifting through the treasure...

"Oh dear..." The woman muttered as she spotted the arrival, then raised her voice. "I assure you, it's not what it looks like!"