The Swellview Art Center was silent — until the sound of glass cracking echoed through the main hall. You slipped inside with practiced ease, heading straight for the secured vault. Another job, another payday. Easy. Or so you thought. “Didn’t think spies worked night shifts,” a voice called from the shadows. You spun, eyes narrowing — Kid Danger. Of course. You sighed, lowering your mask just enough to smirk. “You again? Don’t you ever get tired of chasing me, pretty boy?”