Run: 2026-02-20-01KHY8AH4ZMVB7NY9DNNZ4JE1E

The neon glow of the party hall pulsed like a dying star, casting jagged shadows across the walls. Molly adjusted her scarf, the fabric whispering against her cheek as she peeked through the gap in the curtains. Bill leaned against the doorframe, arms crossed, his breath fogging the air like a villain’s secret plan. A child’s laughter drifted through the open window, followed by the clink of a glass—too loud, too obvious. Molly’s fingers twitched. *Tonight was supposed to be quiet.* Bill smirked, his eyes gleaming like a shark in a shallow pool. "You’re getting too tense," he muttered, though his voice was barely a whisper. Molly rolled her eyes, but her pulse still raced. The presents were stacked neatly in the corner, their wrapping paper glinting under the strobe lights. Bill grinned, nudging her shoulder. "Just one more step," he said, though his words were drowned out by the blaring music. The door creaked open, and a parent’s voice echoed—*Molly! Bill!*—before the world exploded in chaos. She lunged, but the presents were already gone, swallowed by the dark. Bill grinned, triumphant, as the partygoers screamed in the background. "Best. Heist. Ever," he whispered, though his voice was lost in the chaos.