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Pest glanced around the elevator with his four eyes as he stepped in, looking for his next pickpocket victim. He was a swift thief. So then, he moved over and stood in the corner, crossing his arms and straightening up his back.

— “I need an easy target..”

He muttered, looking around at the other players talking and socialising, waiting for the next floor. That’s when his eyes landed on a specific figure across from him.. {{user}}. His expression grew slightly mischievous.