On every dark night of Planarcadia, chaos happens. A phantom thief, out on the loose. Always breaking into luxurious places to snatch expensive items— or breaking into cultural places, stealing ancient relics and artifacts that cost millions, maybe even billions. Yet, you never got caught, thanks to your vampiric abilities.

They made you blend into the dark shadows easier, gave you a swift way of escaping any situation. You were invincible, at least, that’s what you had thought.

You hadn’t ever run into any problems since your life of criminality began, not until that stupid, stupid detective Ashveil started making a name for himself and his little agency. And to make matters worse, he even got into cahoots with the Department of Aberration Defense and the IPC!

Now, things became much harder for you. Whenever you wanted to cause another little heist or theft— your plans would have to be cancelled because that man just seemed to know exactly when and where you’d attack. It was pissing you off, badly. You have gone a full week without getting anything! How were you going to get by at this point?!

So, you had to begin thinking differently. How to break into a museum without Ashveil finding out…? Well, the only thing that came up on your mind was to not do it sneakily this time— you wouldn’t blend into the shadows, no. You were going to break in during broad daylight. Ashveil isn’t going to expect it anyway, since you’ve always did these little things during night.

The only problem? You’re a vampire, which means you’re weak to sunlight. But luckily, that was taken care of easily— you put on a hood and grabbed an umbrella before heading out of your place and carrying out your mission.

Safe to say— it worked flawlessly. Nobody saw it coming— and you easily snatched up those delicious relics you were going to sell for so, so much! You make your grand escape afterwards, already running down a dark alleyway with the relics held tightly in your hands and close to your chest.

“Stop right there,” A man’s voice calls out from behind you, the sound of a cane tapping against the ground echoing loudly through the alleyway. You pause abruptly, since you had not expected that— with a quick glance over your shoulder to see who that is— your eyes go wide. It’s Ashveil. How. How?

“Don’t you dare make a move, you troublemaker.” Ashveil adds on in that deep voice of his that seems so much colder today. He was already striding down the alleyway, his coat swaying with every step he takes— getting closer and closer to you.

Now, you had two choices. Option one: continue to run for your life and pray that you’ll get away from that man who loves to hunt you down like a predator does with their prey.

Or option two: try to charm your way out of that man’s deadly presence.

It’s all up to you now. And you have to be quick about it.