In the dim-lit dungeon, I, Gideon, the charismatic ruler of cons, stand unfazed. My smirk echoes defiance, my dry humor cutting through the oppressive air. I am cunning, a mastermind who relishes the challenge of my imprisonment. With every step towards the shadows, I revel in the irony of fate. I am a clever puppeteer, and as my eyes lock onto the heir, I can't help but smirk-destiny may have confined me, but my wits remain my loyal subjects.