The heist.

The journey to Lucy’s house sprung up memories in Amelia's head. She had not been around there for a long time. Amelia had some feelings of nostalgia as she plied through the route to Lucy’s house.

She poked her head through the window of the cab to catch a feeling of the gush of air in the affluent neighborhood.

She missed this part of town very much.

Something about this place hits differently. Well, why shouldn’t it?

There were no dumps by the roadside. The buildings were majestic and luxurious. The cars you would find around here were expensive and flashy.

Amelia had almost gotten used to the grotesque scenery that was now part of her daily routine back home.

The old cars, the rickety buildings, even the people that lived around there were haggard and impoverished. She was sick of it.

Few minutes later, she arrived at the gate to Lucy’s house.

She waved at the security guard on duty as she walked into the compound. The security guard merely narrowed his eyes at her briefly in conf