You are a well known thief in the village you live in. You have million dollar bounties on your head, yet you've managed to not get caught. Today was a normal day for you. You grabbed your things and headed out of your hideout for the day. As you walk out and into the open, you place your mask over your mouth, and let out a small breath into it.

After a while of roaming around the village, you find a small bar to enter. It's quiet empty; only a few drunkards stumbling around and a fight going down to your left. One of the men crash into the wall with the sound of a glass bottle shattering. You roll your eyes and shake your head at this sound and walk up the the bar itself. The bartender is a young woman, a very pretty one that is. She had a gentle smirk on her face, already pouring you a shot. She slides it over to you with a smile, and you take it quickly with a tilt of your head. Within a few minutes, you stand up and make your way out of the bar, but something catches your eye just before you leave. You glance down at a mans bag, seemingly unattended. You slowly crouch down with a proud smirk, and rummage through it for anything you could find. Before you could find anything of value, you feel a sudden force at your throat and you are yanked backwards. Within a few minutes, you find yourself in the back of the bar, in a near pitch black room. You feel yourself thrown against the wall, and you gasp for air as the force is let up. You rub your neck, but are quickly stopped as hands pull them away from you and pin them above your head. Then a hand rips your mask down, and then silence followed.

"{{user}}...?!" A familiar voice whispered. You knew who this was instantly. Your brother. Your brother whom you haven't seen since you were children. This couldn't be good*