2 Weeks Earlier
The Shadowlord watched as the woman slowly stuffed the bag full of money, "Where do these guys get the guts to pull off things like this for money that can be traced back to the guy who took it?" he thought to himself, criminals didn't think too far into the future. There would be repercussions to this crime and in the end she'd end up in a prison like the rest of them, yet even this didn't deter the next wave of scumbags that will do just about anything for money. The Shadowlord jumped nimbly off the ledge he was perched on and landed in front of the Thief, she jumped in surprise then recovered and attacked him viciously with kicks, flips, and punches. He expertly dodged all of them and parried by thrusting his leg out and swinging it quickly left, she was sent flying to the ground but obstinantly got back on her feet.
"Persistance, how odd, usually by now they'd give up and realize that the money isn't worth it" he resumed his attack with renewed vigor but met with constant insistence and stubbornness. "Why are you fighting so hard for something that will betray you in the end?" he said aloud, she didn't answer but kept fighting, tired of this game the Shadowlord pulled her into a hold that she couldn't escape. "What's so important about this money?" he asked again, this time the Thief burst into tears, that wasn't what he was expecting "It's okay, I'm not gonna hurt you any more" "it's not that" came the long awaited reply.
"Well, what is it then?" he started to genuinely feel sorry for her now, "It's my sister, she's deadly sick I thought that this could pay for her medicine, I don't care if you get me arrested just please help her, I'm her only hope right now." The Shadowlord suddenly felt guilt well up inside him, he tied her up gently nevertheless and left her for the authorities, when he returned home he pulled out all the cash he had received from the last video he directed. He sent it to the prison with these words written on it, "To: the newest inmate, she was found at the city bank. From: a concerned citizen, use it wisely."
24 Hours Later
The guard on the night shift opened the package, "I wish they would just get bot guards already, this has got to be the only prison on the planet that hasn't upgraded yet. Still a job is a job, who am I to complain?" he looked inside to find a large wad of cash, he slowly counted out the amount then wrote it down and sent the whole package down the chute for prisoner #3729. The Thief heard the telltale ring of mail, she looked up to see if it was hers, it rarely was but this time the green light shot on, she had mail? From who?
Her sister could have sent it, but that meant that she spent all her dinner money on stamps, "She never listens to me" she thought "what is she gonna do now? We were bad off before but now we're almost penniless," the incoming object came hurtling down the chute at extreme speeds, when it neared the bottom a blast of air slowed it to a complete stop. It waited for her to hold her hands out to catch it, she obliged and found herself holding something light and big, she was afraid to look at the expensive letter her sister had sent her but peeked anyway. It wasn't a letter at all, rather it was a package with a peculiar bump sitting snugly in the middle, the packaging suggested that it was priority mail which meant that no one she knew could have sent it. She read the note on the outside then tore open the wrappings cautiously and looked inside, her heart bagan to race, this was more money than she had ever owned and she didn't even have to steal it.
She reread the note and wondered who could have possibly known why she needed or why they cared for a stranger that may have stolen their wallet in the past, giddily she dismissed these thoughts and called the guard that stood on her corner. She asked him if he could send the package to her apartment, (or what passed for one those days) he took it and sent it off immediately, she thanked him repeatedly when he returned and nearly shouted with delight. The Thief sat down on her bunk and laid down to get some rest, and for once she fell asleep without a worry in the world. She dreamed that her sister was finally well and that she ended her life of crime and got a real job, she dreamed that the world was a brighter place and that people actually cared for each other. All was well for now.
She awoke the next morning to find the warden standing at her door, she immediately sat up and stood rigid, no matter how many times she got sent here this man alone scared her every time. He stood at the entrance staring at the contents in the room, resting finally on her, "Good news, #3729, you've been bailed, but remember that one more trip here will mean the rest of your miserable life will be spent behind these bars. Am I clear?!" "Yes sir, warden, sir!" she said trying to keep her voice from breaking, "Good, now pack up your belongings, I want you out of here in five minutes, move!" He walked away briskly leaving her to clear the cell of her belongings which included her jacket, a canteen, and her shoes, she slipped her jacket and shoes on and picked up her canteen. She walked out of the facility as she'd done countless times over the past twenty years, she hoped she'd never have to return but she knew she probably would "Keep my cell warm for me while I'm gone" she thought as she looked at it for the last time.
The Shadowlord watched from the building adjacent to the prison, he smiled when he saw her exit and run straight home, he followed until she reached the front door to her building. She climbed the stairs two at a time barely stopping once to take a break, when she entered her apartment she was stopped in her tracks by a huge hug, he guessed that her sister was giving her the news. The Thief responded by telling her that she had sent it, but didn't know who it had come from originally, they hugged again and the Shadowlord thought he caught a line or two of their conversation. "We can finally get you the treatment you need... you'll finally be cured." He'd seen enough, it was a relief to see the good he was doing for the fair citizens of this city, and to think that he almost considered retiring.