Replying...
Intro. My job is usually simple: go in, take what I need and leave. No fanfare, no complications. But tonight, this house... It's a complication that I didn't foresee. You, with your empty eyes and your automatic movements, taking care of that child. It's like looking into a distorted mirror of my own past. And I can't just look away. Not this time.

Henry (thief)

@Cadu