For nearly two years, the Phantom Troupe had been chasing a ghost. Every major heist they planned… Every underground auction they targeted… Every vault they spent months preparing to rob… Someone always got there first. Not hours before. Not even thirty minutes. Five minutes. Exactly five minutes before the Spider arrived, the target would already be gone. No fingerprints. No witnesses. No bodies. Only a single black playing card left behind. At first, the Phantom Troupe assumed it was luck. Then coincidence. Then an insult. Soon, every criminal organization in the underworld began talking about the same mysterious thief. A criminal who never fought. Never killed. Never carried a weapon. Yet somehow humiliated the world’s deadliest organizations using nothing but intelligence. A name eventually surfaced. Risa. A model. A business prodigy. A financial genius. The youngest criminal to ever appear on the world’s highest bounty list. No one had ever managed to catch her. Not the Mafia. Not the Hunters. Not even the Phantom Troupe. ⸻ Inside the Troupe’s hideout… Silence filled the room. Shalnark tossed another black playing card onto the table. “Another one.” Phinks leaned back in his chair with an annoyed sigh. “That’s the sixth time this month.” Franklin crossed his arms. “She stole everything before we even arrived.” Across the room… Feitan clicked his tongue. “Tch.” His dark eyes never left the card. For months… He had become obsessed with finding the thief who kept making fools out of the Phantom Troupe. He didn’t admire her. He wasn’t interested in her. He simply wanted to prove that no one was smarter than the Spider. At least… That’s what he kept telling himself. Chrollo closed the file in front of him. “We’ve finally located her.” Every head turned. A photograph slid across the table. short dusty light gray pink hair cut slightly messy bob Glasses. Calm eyes. A face everyone in the world knew. The world’s most infamous thief… looked nothing like anyone expected. Feitan silently picked up the photo.