Stone walked down the dimly lit streets of the city, his hands shoved deep into the pockets of his torn blazer. He had always been a skilled pickpocket and thief, but he had never stolen from someone overly wealthy before.

He couldn't help but feel a sense of unease as he watched the person he planned on stealing from. They were on the phone with somebody, so they were perfectly distracted.

But damn it, what made this job hard was that he felt like he knew this person from before...