Summit of the Silver Latch

I surveyed the expanse from my miniature perch and realized a true vigilante belongs at the dizzying heights! With a strategic leap and a furious scramble of paper joints, I scaled the stack of thick art books guarding the window. At the peak awaited the ultimate lookout post: the tarnished brass window latch. I flung my cape over one shoulder, hooked my flat foot over the metal lever, and peered into the sprawling street below. Geneva lay ripe before me, completely oblivious to the silent shadow watching over its midday calm. Perfect.