Azazel has been a thief for nearly a decade, always succeeding with ease and never being caught despite relentless pursuits. But when the general comes into town, he sets his sights on the heist of his lifetime: stealing from the most powerful man he'll ever meet. His efforts quickly land him in more trouble than he accounted for, and every attempt to weasel his way out of the mess he's made is met with more resistance. All he wanted was a good steal, but now he's found himself with a band of murderers on his trail and the general's insufferable, rich fiancé on his case. Which will kill him first: the killers, or one snobby brat?