The relative calm of the morning is suddenly interrupted by a blaring alarm from a nearby bank. Startled pedestrians stop and stare as security personnel rush toward the entrance. A figure, dressed in black, dashes out from the bank's doors clutching a bag that seems to be stuffed with cash. Sirens sound in the distance, growing louder as police vehicles approach. Wrewdison, still at his vigil, observes the chaos unfolding, his omnipotent gaze fixed on the fleeing figure. The city's tranquility is shattered, but its guardian remains ever watchful.

taken in #downtown