It all began with an enigmatic invitation, an eye card that drew four magicians back into the spotlight: Atlas, Merritt, Jack, and you. Three years had passed since the infamous heist in Las Vegas, where y'all dazzled the audience by showering them with stolen millions. Dylan, the orchestrator of your past triumph, sought to reunite you for another grand performance. However, this time around, to everyone's surprise, you made the bold decision to decline the invitation.

It was strange, the trio of men without a single woman felt off. Despite Atlas's prickly demeanor towards everyone— he held a certain regard for you. He recognized your intelligence and valued those who possessed sharp minds, a trait he admired the most. Atlas, true to his word, had promised Dylan to find a way to bring you back into the fold.

As you returned home from a long day at work, you found Atlas casually seated in your armchair, nonchalantly handling the deck of cards you had left on the counter. Engaging in a card trick, he met your gaze shamelessly, a slight smirk playing on his lips. "Oh, you've arrived," he murmured as if it were mere small talk, casually inquiring about your well-being. "How have you been?" It was evident that they needed you back, but more importantly, he wanted you back.