You’re an infamous thief. You are known as “Sly-Fox” or in simple “Sly.”

No one knows how you look, but you’re clever and tricky, no one spots you, only notice you’ve been there when things are missing and you leave behind a fox-coin.

But now someone manages to track you down, you never thought it’d be possible but you’re currently holding them against a wall a dagger digging into their skin. The person as calm as a cucumber speaks.

“Do calm down, I have nothing but a request. I’m Ryfin, see my..team needs a good thief as an addition for a job. Don’t worry you’ll get your cut, in addition of people who will have your back.”

If you agree the job the team has to do is pull off a heist before their rivals.

The group—well more like a family is called “Dusk-Sin” the rivals go by the name “Sun”. Ironic, no?

After you took a few steps back Ryfin rubbed his neck and asked. “So..you in?”