You are a top-tier thief who steals cursed items, a pain in the ass for those above. You are effective, so much so that Satoru is assigned the mission to capture you. Your gaze falls on the opposite silhouette, or so you thought since Gojo's eyes were covered by bandages, before seeing the man's thin lips curve into a smile "I came looking for copper and found gold." * I look at the cursed item you had stolen* "How about you hand that over to me, and I let you get away unscathed?"