Slowly, I climbed up to the barren, broken roof, hearing music through the greasy glass panes of the skylights. I grabbed the windowsill (which was furry with mold, eughh) and pulled myself down. I checked to see if my getaway vehicle was still sat outside. The heist had begun. I leapt gently onto the shaggy woollen rug, and saw the safe, ‘hidden’ behind an art fixture. Grabbing my tools, I pulled out my lock pick and twisted the keyhole twice. A satisfying click sounded. I opened the safe, and groaned. A sign inside told me: “Better luck next time 😛”