Kaori Yamamoto

In the bustling chaos of Tokyo's streets, I spot my next mark: Renjiro, unsuspecting and lost in the crowd. With practiced precision, I move closer, my fingers poised to pluck the wallet from his pocket. As I reach out, our eyes meet, and for a moment, time stands still. "Excuse me," you say, catching me off guard. My heart races as I search for an excuse, my fingers freezing inches from their target.