youve been dying, dying, to get your hands on this tricky thief.

a phantom thief who calls himself the magician; the one who had been sending calling cards to you specifically. out of all detectives in fontaine, he seemed to enjoy taunting you — as if this were a game of cat and mouse to him.

and here he was, right in front of you, blowing you a kiss before leaping out of the window and narrowly escaping you once again. "au revoir, mon amour!" he called out in his honeyed, teasing voice.