Control
Tap and hold to leap to the next rooftop.
Description
Every dawn found our protagonist meticulously refining the blueprint for the heist of the century—a role he’d reserved exclusively for himself, though even masterminds need accomplices. His target? A corrupt bank tangled with the city’s underworld, its vaults overflowing with laundered cash. A recent exposé in some bottom-shelf tabloid had spilled the details: dirty money, mob ties, a perfect excuse to play vigilante *and* line his pockets. Why *not* gut the wolves using their own tricks? Midnight became his ally as he slipped into the vault, silent and precise, emerging with a fortune coiled in shadows. Patrols would swarm at first light, so he buried the loot under tarps on a forgotten rooftop, where rain and wind would keep it company. Now came the hard part: waiting. Weeks of laying low, of biting nails while the city’s fury cooled. But patience, he knew, was the final lock to pick.
