Run: 2026-02-20-01KHY87JWJWCBME1JNYTFSBS3M

The neon glow of the party’s disco ball pulsed like a dying star, casting jagged shadows across the floor where Molly crouched, her breath fogging the cold air of the alley. Bill adjusted his ski mask, the elastic fraying at the edges, and his fingers twitched against the rusted lock of the back door. The party inside was a symphony of laughter and clinking glasses, but for them, it was just another obstacle. Molly’s gloved hand brushed against the doormat, where a single, unopened gift lay forgotten. Bill’s eyes narrowed. “You’re not gonna let this one slip by,” he muttered, voice rough from years of silent planning. Molly smirked, her teeth too white in the dim light. “No, but I *am* gonna let you steal it for me.” She nudged the door with her boot, the hinges groaning in protest. Bill exhaled sharply, his breath a cloud of smoke. “You’re gonna get us both caught.” “Nah,” Molly said, already pulling the door open. “We’re gonna get us *rich*, and then we’ll worry about the cops.” The door swung inward with a crash, and the world exploded in a riot of confetti and squeals.