Not This Time [Tokyo, Japan]

[Nox]

Nox doubled down on finding his mark. A girl bank robber. No record. No photos -- no identity. A ghost for all intents and purposes.

But no one was a ghost -- even Nox wasn't a ghost as much as he drifted through the last few months without a face -- a name or a home. Everyone left a trail -- no matter how good they were. You just had to find it.

It took a bit, but Nox found her. Sae Taketou, age 15 -- ultimately homeless. According to the last record in her orphanage file she ran away. Police hadn't caught her because they weren't looking in the right places. They expected her to live in the shit holes.

Nox found her living large in one of the corporate funded housing projects with the rich and famous. She'd persuaded the door man to let her in as the daughter of a person who kept an apartment there, but rarely visited.

She was a channeler. The tentative tingle of a woman channeling is what ultimately drew Nox to finding her after he lost her in the crowd after a successful heist. Kid had a posse. She was taking care of them.

Nox sent his final message to the Atharim.

Just a Kid. No fucking way! Do it yourself.

He hoped it was the last one.