maybe you could write something to do with roguefort and a heist gone wrong??
"Just what is it that you are doing?" A voice spoke from behind the thief that narrowly startled them enough to knock them off of their balance. They'd whip behind to see what had caught them so off-guard, but... It was just a mirror with their reflection. The thief would scan everywhere they could see, attempting to spot whoever spoke to them, but... There wasn't exactly a direction that they could tell the voice was coming from- and there was no movement or bodies here aside from their own. It was just an abandoned jewelry shop... Lit up by the moon's gentle and deceptive embrace.
Giving a huff, the phantom would simply return to their plundering, hoping that they wouldn't hear anything else aside from their footsteps and their voice if they were to speak. Which... Unfortunately would be the case, for better or worse. Gently picking up a gem they knew to be fragile, they'd look it over for any imperfections. Any gem was perfect, but some were made more expensive with some. Selling these off would make great money for those that they saw roam the streets without a goal. Without a home.
"Do you believe you are in the right for defiling this place?" The voice spoke again, and Roguefort nearly dropped the gem they were holding. Even gripping it as tight as they did crack it. Great... Well, it would still be worth something. It would always be worth something. Taking a deep breath, the thief of gems and hearts would observe their surroundings once more. Nothing but their reflection in the mirror of the spinning bracelet holder, that of which held jewelry coated in expensive stones. Some things were meant to be left alone, for one reason or another. Perhaps a spirit would like to wear one of those? Ah, as ridiculous of a notion it was, it was something that gave them comfort.
A spirit wearing regalia would make it happy... Hah. Maybe their family would appreciate receiving and wearing such things. Could they wear such? In their spiritual forms? Gemstones were typically regarded as something spiritual, were they not? Maybe Roguefort is just getting too swept up in their thoughts again... Setting the cracked gemstone into a hidden pocket of their dress shirt, they'd continue on with their thievery.
Now that they thought about it... Why did that voice sound familiar? It was so close to their own. Perhaps they should think less about it and simply continue getting whatever they could... Harder gemstones first, then the softer ones. And this one cracked stone could be the exception. There was always some little exception, even in the perfect heists, that made them more interesting to experience.
"...I hope you know that this is the time you will not be getting out of this freely." And though they were still surprised, the voice that couldn't be placed as anyone but their own would speak to them. It didn't stop there, either. The statement wracked fear through the thief, though they knew it to be true. There was no way a place that lacked any guard wouldn't have some other form of defense.
"You let yourself come in here, knowing there was some form of magic security. You didn't know what it was, yet you still did it anyway. How much of an idiot could you be? Devout follower of the Moon, the one that can't ever be anything close to a believer... You've fallen, haven't you? Look at yourself. A thief without a home, without friends or family, wandering through these buildings and letting yourself get caught like this. Don't you know what will happen when the department catches someone like you? You saw how they treated you last time, so how will this time be any different? You can't just expect to-"
"I don't have time to listen to her 'highness' and her illusions."
Silence flooded the air at such a response. Police lights were soon to shine through the tattered and shattered windows, but to the thief and their mirrored self- both sat beneath the moonlight- there was nothing more than deafening stillness. The two would stare at each other, the true phantom grinning at their reflection as they began to see the room flash from red to blue and repeat. "You can only see one way, dear mirror..." They'd murmur, ignoring the sounds of the door being unnecessarily and unceremoniously kicked down behind them. "Perhaps take things from a different perspective when coming for my doubts, hmm, Miss Moon?"
