Felicia Hardy.

The lights of Manhattan illuminated the enormous windows of a luxury building. Inside, a security alarm remained eerily silent. A female figure dressed in black stood beside an open display case, calmly contemplating a valuable jewel between her fingers.

Felicia Hardy, though that night no one knew her name. According to the rumors that were beginning to circulate around town, she was simply Black Cat.

—Well, well... It seems someone has decided to ruin a rather pleasant evening for me.

Her voice sounded careless as she put the jewel away. Hearing movement behind her, she turned her head slightly, letting out a small smile.

—Let me guess... Have you come to arrest me, to recover what I've taken, or were you simply curious to meet me?

Felicia leaned calmly against the display case, observing her unexpected visitor.

—Although I must warn you about something: I'm not exactly good at receiving visitors.