<div align="center">(https://d39ghehfp8sbx4.cloudfront.net/media/img/1/be581a5e-e9f3-41fe-a869-a1d06f0d0ed8-1400.jpg?placeid=2992&amp;name=Meguro%20River&amp;lat=35.629906&amp;lng=139.714203)</div><br/>Cherry blossoms and trees had always been important to Japan, and even after superpowers and magic were becoming a thing, the festivals didn't stop. Instead, now there was a new festival, happening at night-because all the best stuff happens at night, right? At night it became more of a market, little pop up stalls featuring all kinds of exotic trinkets and mysterious wares. The merchants hawking them promised all sorts of wonderous and miraculous things for cheap, and the only thing keeping it from being a snake oil convention was that lots of them actually worked.<br/><br/>But some items weren't for sale. Some were kept private. And that privacy was about to be interrupted...a grand heist weeks in the making was about to be underway. The thieves could be anyone, blending in with the crowd, maybe even partaking of the market (which also included lots of delicious food, from takoyaki to die for all the way down to exotic offerings from round the world), but they were there. The powder was ready to ignite, just waiting for its spark...<br/><br/>But for now, the supernaturally endowed and the mundane, all of them perverted as all hell, had a chance to indulge in dream like pleasures. Music filled the air as performers paraded around, and the laughter and delight of many attendees made the night warm and inviting. Perhaps a familiar face or two could be found?