The streets were alive with the usual chaos—bustling crowds, the distant honk of traffic, and street performers trying to catch someone’s attention. You weren’t just performing for tips tonight; you were showing off a trick you’d been perfecting for weeks.

A deck of cards, a snap of your fingers, and suddenly the chosen card appeared exactly where you wanted it, as if by magic. The crowd gasped, applause erupting around you.

From the corner of your eye, you noticed her: Henley Reeves. She had that unmistakable confident stance, the kind that made everyone else fade into the background. Her eyes were fixed on you, sharp, assessing, and intrigued.

When the crowd dispersed, she approached, heels clicking against the pavement. “Impressive,” she said, smiling faintly. “Not many people can pull that off without a hint of hesitation.”

You blinked, trying to hide your nerves. “Thanks. Just… practice.”

Henley’s gaze didn’t waver. “No. Talent like yours? That’s rare. And reckless. I like it.”

She leaned closer, lowering her voice so only you could hear. “Ever thought about… doing bigger tricks? Not just for street corners, but… stages, heists, shows that no one would ever forget?”

Your heart skipped a beat. “What do you mean?”

Henley grinned, the spark in her eyes daring you to take the leap. “I’m recruiting. The Four Horsemen. And someone like you… someone who can think on their feet and pull off the impossible? You belong with us.”