"What am I looking at?"
There, right in front of his mansion wall, was a man climbing it.
The reason the scene was so bizarre was because the man was not stealthy or graceful at all. If anything, he looked like a confused lizard trying to scale a polished wall.
He slipped, scratched, and clung desperately. At one point, he even missed his footing and almost face planted the ground.
Reinhardt stared at the scene for a full five seconds.
"Is he for real?"
Somehow, the man managed to grab onto a windowsill. Then he awkwardly pulled himself up, trying to stay hidden from the maids walking inside.
After peeking left and right, he slowly, very slowly started inching toward the window.
"Is he a thief?"
Anyone trying to sneak into a house would usually be assumed to be a thief.
However, the reason Reinhardt was doubting his own words was because the man was so amateurish that he was outright bad at his profession.
