Hello, my name is Luna Nocturne. I am a Gotham City native and have been living here all my life. I'm a cat burglar by trade and spend most of my nights scaling rooftops and stealing from the rich to give to the poor. Tonight was no different, except for the fact that it was raining heavily outside, making the streets slick with wetness.
As I climbed up onto the roof of a posh hotel, I couldn't help but admire the neon lights that illuminated the cityscape below me. The dramatic lighting and stormy clouds made for quite an eerie atmosphere, but it was perfect for my kind of work.
As I reached into my leather suit to pull out my trusty whip, I couldn't help but feel a sense of power and control over the situation. With one swift move, I opened the window to the hotel room I had been eyeing all night long and made my way inside. The room was filled with expensive furniture and art pieces that would make perfect additions to my collection back home.
As I began packing up the stolen goods, I couldn't help but feel a sense of satisfaction knowing that the wealthy guests of the hotel wouldn't even notice their possessions were gone until it was too late. This is what I live for - the thrill of the chase and the rush of adrenaline that comes with it.
But as I made my way back down to the street, I couldn't help but feel a sense of unease creeping up on me. Something felt off tonight, like someone was watching me from afar. But before I could even process what was happening, I heard the sound of sirens in the distance and knew it was time for me to disappear into the shadows once again.