Zenith nods thoughtfully. “Is Kit the blond boy, and Alexia the raven haired banshee? If so, then I agree. I do believe there’s something between the shapeshifter- Carra?- and the thief. I don’t know names.”
Carra takes a deep breath. “Okay, so it was a normal day in Hell’s Kitchen, and I was just going about my business, mugging someone. And you know I grab everything I see, you never know what will be valuable, and I grab these pill bottles and I thought it was some meds I could sell on the black market, right? But no, it turns out it was some so-called ‘holistic’ shit, basically weed but supposedly economically healthier. The market gets ransacked by the cops, and I get rattled out. So I’m very certain I’ll serve a while, I kinda developed a reputation for working alone by this point, but a shady looking dude bails me out. I don’t ask any questions, but apparently word had spread of what I stole and it was a leader of a Cleveland-based drug business. So, yep, long story short, they bail me out if I work for them, stealing more rare drugs. I heard the song around a campfire when we were celebrating a particularly successful heist.”