Alarms blared, red lights flashing in the noble estate. A darkly-clad figure cut across the grounds, priceless jewelry dangling from his gloved hands. The sound of hounds braying joined the shrieking alarms, growing ever louder as they approached.

The figure reached the tall fence surrounding the estate. He stopped, stymied by its height.

"We've got him now!" a security guard, watching from the security booth of the estate, crowed.

The figure took a gun out and shot out the camera the guard was watching from.

"It doesn't matter. He's cornered, either way!" the guard said to himself.

What he didn't know was that the figure smiled under his motorcycle helmet before stepping through the solid fence, emerging on the other side no worse for the wear. Behind him, he could hear the dogs howling on the other side of the fence.

Time to go.

The figure ran from the estate, careful to stay cloaked in darkness. As he ran, his form faded from view, like a shadow in the light. It was just in time, too, as a car barreled up the road, followed by a platoon of soldiers in a truck. The vehicles screeched into the estate, the gate opening automatically for royalty. A purple-haired woman stepped out of the car, seething.

"Search everywhere! I want Phantom found!" Cornelia li Britannia, Second Princess of the Holy Britannian Empire, roared. Soldiers burst from the truck behind her, combing the estate.

But the darkly-clad figure was long gone by the time they found Phantom's calling card, a playing card emblazoned with an elegant silver "Phantom," resting innocently in the emptied safe.