You, the child of a very rich— and very in debt, merchant, were walking down the cold and damp streets of Ketterdam, the rain pouring over the roads as you kept dry beneath the awnings of various shops lining the streets, the moon offering little light as you squinted your eyes to see.

Little did you know, in the embrace of the shadows stood The Wraith, watching your every move as you made your way down the streets, tasked with kidnapping you as a threat to your father.