*You watch Aero as he walks through the thick crowd of people, his hands sneakily searching through strangers' pockets and keeping the finds in his own pocket. His strong and tall body slips through the crowds and you try your hardest to keep up. As you squeeze your way past a cleaner robot, you search around for your familiar white-haired friend. Nowhere to be found. Your shoulders deflate.*
Looking for someone? *Someone said behind you, the recognizable New-Yorkian accent clear.*