How many of these was he gonna do? Hot damn, this was gonna take forever. He couldn't do two heists in one day, this unfortunately was put off for the most amount of time. A yawn escapes the monocle'd thief as he sticks a calling card into the steps leading up to Zora's house.

Lady Zora,
In your possession is a box, with multiple gems inside, two I know of being the White Jasmine, and being the Miraculous Moonstone. In three days' time, as the moon is highest, I will be stealing this box.
Kaitou KID.

[member=7759]zora.[/member]

Knowing as many languages as Zora did, along with the accompanying scripts, reading was a skill she suffered in. Her writing was far worse, but she couldn’t understand words on a page nearly as well as she could when they were spoken due to the informal way she had learned it. She avoided the task when necessary, and detested the chore of reading things aloud, instead deferring to Isaac when he was around.

So, when a note on her doorstep appeared, all she felt was the familiar sense of trepidation as she stooped to examine it more closely. After a brief check to ensure no one was around, she quietly sounded out the scrawled words to herself, anger quickly replacing any fear she’d felt before. How could anyone steal her box? The collection of trinkets and drawings was ancient and precious, meaning more to her than anything. In most cases, they were the only things left of unremarkable people long dead. She had been unaware that anything contained inside would even be of interest to anyone except herself.

She sat back against the wall, plumes of angry smoke rising from her twitching tail. The fox turned her attention to the forest, dark eyes narrowed as if daring the one responsible party to jump from the woods and commit the terrible crime in front of her. What could she do to prevent it? The prospective thief seemed certain of their success.