• Vol. 04
  • Chapter 01
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There are many types of people in this world, but in the end you can boil it down to those who are noticed and others who aren’t. I fall under the second category, all my life I was overlooked, unrecognised by those around me. I used to hate it, I would feel small and powerless in the face of others, but now I see that it is my gift. My invisibility allowed me to access this place of vibrant colour that could bring joy in the darkest of times, where the walls were lined with paintings worth more than your average piece, it was a goldmine. It felt as though you could still feel hundreds of hands still working with nobody around to make this place the best it could be, trying to protect the riches that were calling for me to liberate them from where they hang. I will use the gloves laid out for workers in order to conceal my presence here, I will not leave a trace and when my time here is up, I will fade into the background like a ghost once more.
I am a phantom, nobody knows who I am or where I’ll strike next. The risk of one day being caught is exhilarating it makes me feel more alive than I ever have before. I crave the rush, the adrenaline that accompanies my line of work. The money is merely a welcome consequence of what I do. The challenge of entering and escaping a building that is deemed to be one of the most secure places in the world, is an art form worth far more than any painting or artifact that lines the walls of this vibrant place. This is why I take what is not mine, it is not for greed or profit, only out of a desire to continue living in a way only this risk could grant me.