"Ah?! You robbed Finn Droste?!"
At 3 a.m., Marvin was awoken by violent knocking at his door, and after listening to Fat Orange's detailed account, he was so shocked he couldn't close his mouth.
What's going on?
It wasn't surprising that Finn Droste had secrets; Marvin had expected this, but...
He never imagined that Levin would perform a little sleight of hand and actually steal the Black Madonna Statue...
"A thief never leaves empty-handed—it's the rule!"
Levin, quite pleased with himself, said, "Since I was here, I definitely couldn't leave empty-handed! Besides, I learned this trick from you. I still remember that thing with Friday you casually walked away with last time!"
"But you're the Rose Phantom Thief...." Marvin, rubbing his temples, sighed, "Before committing a heist, doesn't the Rose Phantom Thief always send a warning letter?"
"The first generation Rose Phantom Thief is already dead! Now I am Levin Boje!"
Levin argued with conviction, not the least bit ashamed.
