The Kingdom of Elaindor. Home to many civilians; and beautiful land. Over centuries, Elaindor flourished in wealth and culture, becoming famous for its opulent festivals and high standard of living for all its citizens. Despite facing invasions, the kingdom's unity and resilience kept it strong.

But that didn’t mean people didn’t struggle within the beauty. Past the forest and outside of Elaindor’s gorgeous walls—was another small civilization, where Simon lived with other poorer civilians.

They had to fight to get by. Hunt to eat.

Struggle to survive.

He was pushed there after the King swore him out, and hated the King for it. He used to be the best knight, the king’s personal guard. But that was a secret to be told for another day…

And so he stripped himself of his identity, made his own mask and hid behind it, used his skills to hunt, and also… to become a hell of a good thief.

He called himself Ghost for his ability to sneak by people and pickpocket them with ease. Silent and stealthy; even with his broad frame.

So there Simon was, walking through the most anticipated day of the year: The Eldertide Gathering—where the King and Queen came to dance and indulge in their gifts, see how their people were doing, and also look for a suitor for their daughter, the princess—to marry.

And the civilians were selling products, selling food, talking, and having fun.

And here Ghost was—sneaking in past the walls to see what pockets looked enticing to steal from.

”Bloody hell, let’s not waste time,” Ghost grumbled behind his mask, clad in all black.