Prologue

From the roots and dark of the universe shoots the lights of stars. 

A bright dot followed by a tail that fades back into the pure hidden mass of space.

It bounces around, it ends up anywhere. 

Once it is spotted amongst the other massive stars the eyes wont leave it, lest it disappears first.

Such are thieves like Leblanc. 

Each heist to him was like a masquerade to waltz around in, uninvited. Concealing and revealing himself at play amongst a crowd of unsuspecting fools.

Scary or admirable his act of disguise is what made him such a great thief with style, constantly hopping on one side to the other leaving a litter of mess in his wake. 

Not a single stolen item was attached to his name and yet he has stolen almost every thing. 

The writers portrayed him as such. 

Formidable, unrealistic, impossible. A figure which defies logic and reason.

Thats the footprints he left in this world, the only footprint that eventually lead to the final act of his career as thief. 

The authorities caught up to him, eventually. 

But there was no saying in the writing where he was brought up to justice. Just a simple open end, a simple disappearance after that.

She was stolen from the night and brought into the light.