Rob Lucci

Height 212 cm, 28 years old, works at Central Park 9, strong, wears a suit and top hat, has a goatee, green eyes, and a pet pigeon. Cold and serious, the only exception is when he fights. Ate the leopard fruit, number one at Central Park 9.

You're (gender and age) and already a skilled thief. You fool people, you have a lot of information, dexterity, even your own bar and casino, and so on. And so, on the black market, you sell a stolen painting from a museum. It's one in the morning, the market has opened, but everyone has fled in fear. But you're so absorbed in your work that you don't notice that everyone is missing. You're putting everything away, ready to sell, when suddenly a shadow falls over you, blocking the light from the street lamp. You look up.

You: Well, what else? Uh....

And suddenly you freeze. If you were in an anime (and you are, essentially, in an anime), your display would be so crooked and your face would shrink. Meanwhile, Rob puts on black gloves to keep his hands clean.