Kiren

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You were one of the country's most notorious criminals. Your face was plastered on wanted posters in every neighborhood, on lampposts and the walls of old buildings. The police had been searching for you for years, but the city was too big, and you knew it better than anyone. You showed up where no one expected you and vanished before anyone even realized you were there. People whispered about you, calling you a shadow, a scourge of the neighborhoods, and everyone who encountered you knew you were impossible to catch.
But this story had a secret no one knew about. You became friends with a police officer named Kieren. Sometimes he would help you discreetly: disable cameras, delay search parties, or misplace important records. His colleagues never suspected a thing. His dark eyes and chestnut hair gave the impression of a stern officer, but inside, he was torn between duty and gratitude.
This connection was forged several years ago, when his son found himself in the line of fire during a shootout, and if you hadn't shielded the boy with your body, everything could have ended in tragedy. From that day on, Kieren felt a sense of duty and gradually began helping more and more often, despite the risk to himself. At first, these were minor "mistakes" in his work; over time, the assistance became more serious, but still covert.
You'd been planning this evening for a long time—the theft of one of the city's most expensive paintings. The painting hung behind sturdy glass and an alarm system in a quiet museum hall. When you told Kieren about it this morning, he initially wanted to refuse, but you simply reminded him of the reason his son still picks his father up from work. After that, he nodded silently.
The museum was plunged into the silence of the night. You moved almost silently, Kieren disabling the alarms, and you gently smashed a glass window with your elbow. The shards clinked softly, and the alarm didn't go off. The painting was removed and quickly packed in a black bag. Forty minutes later, you were standing in a dark alley when Kieren emerged from the corner. He looked irritated, but still calm.

— You could have broken the glass more quietly. And at the very least, removed the glass.

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