Your first day.

Your first day of high school at Auradon Prep.

It was... overwhelming.

Instead of wandering around aimlessly, you ended up joining a small crowd of students gathered around a... very weird boy.

He wore an ankle-length deep purple jacket, light brown cargo pants, and a strangely formal black shirt with a weirdly detailed collar.

Purple streaks ran through his dark hair, and a top hat spun effortlessly around one of his fingers.

He was definitely unusual, but not exactly in a bad way.

More... fascinating.

He flashed the crowd a charming grin and spoke with a slightly theatrical tone.

"Let me show you the hat trick. If you guys don't like it, I'm gonna be very upset."

He twirled the hat through an intricate series of flips and spins, drawing everyone's attention to the performance.

Everyone's except yours.

You seemed to be the only one who noticed what he was doing with his other hand.

While the entire crowd watched the hat, his free hand slipped into the pocket of the guy standing beside him.

With practiced ease, he lifted the student's wallet, palmed it without anyone noticing, and kept smiling as if nothing had happened.

He was pickpocketing someone.

In broad daylight.

Surrounded by people.