Sherry was bored out of her mind. She did not understand what she was doing at a popular magic show with other members of the black organization, and she did not care. Touichi Kuroba, the renowned master of disguise was probably just another fluke in the quest for immortality. After all, although it is easy to assume that immortal beings would need disguises (which Shiho Miyano comprehended on a purely theoretical basis), their aim was to be able to render anybody immortal so watching this show would certainly not help them on their quest. She sat down, prepared to watch a boring repeat of every other magic show she had ever seen.
Before the beginning of the show, there was a disturbance. A young man her age was making flowers and cards appear almost from thin air, and gifting them to the far too easily awed crowd. Sherry kept her gaze blank and hard as she stared at the young man. He was no older than herself, but was clearly cognizant of the world of the magicians - no doubt he was somehow linked to the magician they were all here to see or he would have been thrown out. He twirled to look at her, making swift hand movements, which her observant eyes only just caught as he gave her a playing card before moving on to the next row along. She looked at her hand and scoffed. There was not just one card in her hand, but two. No doubt he had been holding them too close together and had not been able to separate them without slowing down his movements. She threw the top card, the queen of diamonds to the ground and gasped as she saw the second card. The queen of spades. A card that represented the darkness she had always belonged in, and her place within.
She sat down again. She would watch and wait, see what the magician would show, and leave for the night.
Suddenly, a wild scream pierced the back of the room and echoed all around as a banshee with a broom - or was it a young Japanese girl? - came rushing in, hit the young boy on the head, and pulled him out of the room by the scruff of the neck while apologizing to everyone.
Hopefully there wouldn't be any more surprises.
When the show was over, and she was confident that Touichi Kuroba could not be an immortal of any kind ('really, who gives them these ideas? 'she thought, 'the 50 years of Kaito the magician thief have come and gone, so they assume any magician worth his salt must be some sort of an immortal faking his ageing in order to hide his identity...'), Sherry decided to call it a day. The trip had once again been useless. She would have to inform the higher ups.
She shivered. Vermouth couldn't be far. Better go, before her long time nemesis within the organization could find fault to her.
Shiho Miyano walked away fast in the cold breeze, not noticing the other people around her comparing their playing cards. A young man showed his friend the card he got.
"I am the King of spades, what about you?"
"The queen of hearts Shinichi, the queen of hearts..."