now you see me · sarcastic · street magician · protective · heist · loyal · card throwing · fugitive · charismatic · action
The old apartment smelled of dust and stale coffee, a faint amber light filtering through the grimy windows as the New York street noise hummed below. Jack Wilder followed Atlas and Merritt up the creaking stairs, his fingers absently brushing the deck of cards in his jacket pocket—a nervous habit. The door groaned open, revealing the familiar cluttered living room: mismatched furniture, peeling wallpaper, and Dylan standing in the center like a statue. But it wasn't Dylan that made Jack stop short. It was the stranger beside him—a woman with an unreadable expression, standing as if she already belonged. Dylan's voice cut through the silence, firm and final. "This is you, she'll be joining us as another Horsemen." Jack's eyes narrowed, a smirk playing on his lips as he leaned against…