Hand in Hand with Death

 The charity gala's luxurious garden, a stylish setting at the top of the hotel, which usually hummed with happiness and gentle glasses clinking noises, was now in a state of chaos.

Vibrant greens are mixed with fairy lights, whose dark sparkle glows over the tidy grass lawn that had been scattered with careless abandon. A group of hooded robbers surged into the throng, their footsteps urgent and purposeful, as they took over the beautiful evening to be spent raising money for the poor.

One particularly thuggish burglar, his face twisted into a scowl, charged a rainbow assortment of antiques that had been carefully put together to sell.