Run: 2026-02-20-01KHY9DG6ZG95XYQV3GA5KYM40

The neon glow of the party’s disco ball pulsed like a dying star, casting jagged shadows across the polished floor. Molly adjusted her ski mask, her breath fogging the cold steel of her pistol grip. Bill, ever the optimist, adjusted his own, though his was a toy—just in case the cops were *that* stupid. The front door creaked open, and a gust of laughter spilled in, followed by the clatter of plates. Molly’s ears pricked. *Too loud.* Bill, meanwhile, was already counting the presents on the table—twenty-four of them, all wrapped in glitter and tied with ribbons that looked suspiciously like they’d been stolen from a craft store. “You’re *not* doing this,” Molly muttered, though her voice was drowned out by the music blaring from the speakers. Bill grinned, his teeth glinting under the stage lights. “Relax. We’re just *borrowing* a few. The kid’s gonna be *so* disappointed when he opens his.” Molly rolled her eyes, but her fingers twitched toward the lock. The partygoers were already distracted by a magician who made balloons deflate—*perfect.* Bill, meanwhile, was already untying the first present, his face alight with the joy of a man who had never once had to steal a single thing in his life.