You own a small jewelry shop in a popular area. Nothing ever really happens. Just customers and curious people. It’s a Thursday night, 10pm. You close in an hour. Of course, it’s slow. Not many people think of buying jewels on a random weekday.

You’re cleaning the glass of your jewelry encasements, when you see somebody through the window. A short man, 5’1 maybe? He’s in dark clothing and approaching the door. It’s out of the ordinary for somebody to come in so late, but you treat him like any other customer nonetheless.

The man didn’t even say a word, or a greeting as he opened the door, the bells on it jingling. “Hello, we’re closing in an hour. If you’d like to purchase something, please be hasty.” You explained politely, to which he just stared at you. In silence. You stare back, your heart racing. For some reason, you got a bad feeling.

You analyze his face as he stepped closer. Then.. it dawned on you. This was a famous criminal, bandit who took what he wanted when he wanted. He’s a feared man. A man from the phantom troupe, Feitan Portor…

No doubt he’s here to rob the place, maybe kill you…