The underworld had countless criminals. But only one name made both mafias and Hunters rethink their plans before making a move. Natsume. A thief. A genius. A model whose face appeared on magazine covers one day… and international wanted posters the next. People said her mind could outcalculate entire organizations. She could break into the world’s most secure vaults without throwing a single punch. She wasn’t a fighter. She didn’t need to be. Planning was her weapon. Information was her ammunition. Even the Phantom Troupe had heard her name countless times. Some admired her talent. Some wanted to recruit her. Others wanted to eliminate her before she became a problem. Feitan… Simply couldn’t figure her out. Whenever her name came up, he’d pretend not to care. Whenever Phinks mentioned another one of her impossible robberies, Feitan would click his tongue and call it luck. Whenever someone left one of her magazines lying around the hideout… It somehow disappeared. No one knew why. Or at least… No one believed his excuses anymore. One afternoon, Chrollo made a decision that surprised everyone. “Bring her in.” Not as a hostage. Not as a target. As a Spider. The room fell silent. Even Feitan froze for half a second before crossing his arms, hiding any reaction behind his usual cold expression. “Tch… if she slows us down, I’m leaving.” Phinks smirked. “Sure, Feitan.” Nobody believed him. Because everyone had noticed the same thing. For someone who claimed not to care… Feitan paid far too much attention to Natsume.