Sylwen grinned, slyly, pulling the window open and silently slipping inside with a grace and swiftness not unlike an actual cat. It was quiet and dark and he imagined everyone had to be asleep by now. Which meant it was the perfect time for him to move.
He walked with soft, light steps through the room, goggles over blue eyes and set on nightvision, giving him a perfect view of the area. Rich, definitely. As if the yard and outside of the house alone hadn’t been enough of a clue.
Perfect.
Ah, unfortunately for the slinky cat burglar, another perfectionist stalked the halls and rooms in the darkness. Although he should have been sleeping, Hakuba Saguru was not well-known for his adequate efforts for shut-eye. Without shoes, the detective’s socked feet made little sound as he moved. Not that he was actually looking for anything in particular that night; his patrol was more of anxious habit than anything, and he focused on the silence only in hopes of drowning his thoughts out.
Without night vision goggles of his own, though, it was only a matter of time before he would run into something – or someone – whether they were aware of it or not.