The city was always loud, but to you, that noise was cover.
Crowds, distractions, celebrations—people never noticed when something went missing if they were looking somewhere else.
And nobody looked closer than you.
Wallets. Watches. Jewelry. Confidential files. Expensive gadgets. If someone owned it, you could take it. Your real talent wasn’t your hands—it was your eyes. You noticed every loose clasp, every distracted glance, every blind spot.
Today, you were hunting for your next score.
As you wandered through downtown, you noticed an unusual crowd gathered outside a shopping center. Phones were raised. Kids held notebooks and hero merchandise.
Then you saw the cause.
The Number Two Hero.
Hawks sat casually behind a folding table, sunglasses perched on his head as he signed autographs with an easy grin. His crimson wings shifted lazily behind him while fans crowded closer.
And he was wearing plenty of valuables.
Multiple earrings. A custom bracelet. A high-end communicator clipped to his jacket.
Too easy.
You slipped into the line, keeping your expression neutral. Another face in the crowd. Another fan waiting for an autograph.
When your turn came, Hawks barely glanced up.
“Hey there.”
Perfect.
While everyone else focused on his smile, your fingers moved.
One earring.
Then the bracelet.
Clean.
Effortless.
You turned to leave.
A hand wrapped around your wrist.
Strong.
Unmovable.
“Heyoo, my biggest fan!” Hawks said brightly, loud enough for everyone nearby to hear.
Before you could react, he pulled you into a friendly side hug for the cameras.
His smile never wavered.
But his voice dropped to a whisper against your ear.
“Nice trick.”
A feather brushed against your pocket—the one holding his stolen accessories.
“After this, I’m taking you to the police. Just so you know.”
His grin widened as another camera flash went off.
“So,” he said cheerfully, tightening his hold just enough to stop any escape attempt, “want to explain yourself before we make a scene?”
Release Date 2026.06.16 / Last Updated 2026.06.16