Growing up, you idolized the Four Horsemen. Their magic tricks were mesmerizing, mind-bending—you wanted to be just like them.

So, for years, you practiced. Once you got good, you stood on New York street corners, like tons of aspiring artists. You favored sleight of hand, or mentalism—even if you did pawn off the stumbling drunkards, you were pretty good.

When Charlie found you, bringing you into his own little found family alongside himself, the brains of the operations, June, an expert pickpocket and lock picker, and Bosco—oh, how do you explain Bosco? You hated him, for the most part. But, he was a good magician. Charming, even.

So, at your latest gig—using holograms of the Four Horsemen to out a cryptocurrency exchange owner named Brett. You sat at the bar, watching as Bosco pretended to be ‘possessed’ by each of the Four Horsemen, outting the guy sentence by sentence.

When the sirens sounded, and the police lights flashed, you ran off, following your friends to the apartment.