The moon hung low in the sky, casting a silvery sheen over the deserted alleyways of Eldoria.
The air was thick with the scent of damp earth and the quiet hum of the nocturnal city.
Vanyr and Sorin crouched behind a dilapidated dumpster, their breaths coming in synchronized, quiet puffs.
The night's mission was clear: retrieve the prized Vending Machine and disappear without a trace.
"We've been planning this for almost two days," Vanyr whispered, his voice barely audible over the distant clatter of city life. His eyes, sharp and calculating, flicked towards Sorin. "We can't afford any mistakes."
Sorin nodded, adjusting the dark scarf that concealed most of his face. "The guards change shifts in ten minutes. That's our window."
The First Attempt -