I sat with my hand raised above the water, my brow furrowed as I tried to make small whirlpools and waves. When the water turned pink from the reflection of the darkening sky, I pulled my hand and legs back over the edge of the stone wall that was my perch and stood. I glanced around to memorize the spot, a secluded corner of a little used pier, then started walking towards the Hideout. The day's loot bounced in my bag, creating a cheerful bumping on my side.  By the time I reached the abandoned warehouse that was our home, it was dark. I found the disused and creaky fire escape and climbed to the roof, where a crouched figure was waiting. The pointed ears were a telltale sign it was RÃ¦ven. I sat down beside her and dumped by bag of wallets, loose money, food, and other jumbled items onto RÃ¦ven's pile. Then we waited.