The toy chompah had caught Thief by surprise. Since the little fluff balls liked to wreak havoc around town, she had not expected someone to look the creatures—adorable as they were, they were also terrifying in their own right (it made her so proud). It must have been fate that her eyes had spotted the bright pink plushie, as the owner was ripe for the picking.

The stones on her mask faintly glimmered as she stood behind the protection of a tree. Her gaze keenly followed the boy as she casually trailed him around town. Ignoring the peculiar glances various civilians threw her, Thief quickly called out to Sena. “Boy! That’s a cute toy ya got there. Did ya make it yerself?” It was nicely done, but she highly doubted a company or store would have the guts to produce such plushies.