On the streets of Grey London a tall thin figure stood near a broken streetlight, their features masked by a broad brim hat and a mask that covered their eyes. Men walked in finely cut suits. Women were being escorted home after an evening at the theatre in plush gowns wearing fine jewels.

Easy pickings. Though Lila as she pushed herself away from the broken streetlight to follow a young man whose pockets were heavier on one side meaning he kept his coin or something heavier like a watch tucked away in his pocket. As she followed her mark Lila saw the wanted posters scattered on poles and walls offering reward for the shadow thief, a man who was stealing from under the noses of upper classed society. If only they knew she was a woman, their heads would roll.

Lila heard a commotion down an alleyway as she followed her mark, waiting for the perfect opportunity to pick his pocket, she was walking on past the alley when she heard another sound, this time it sounded like a cry for help by a woman. Groaning to herself she grabbed her daggers, looked longingly at her marks pocket and then disappeared down the alley.