You chuckle softly as you escape the Britannian police around the corner, bag of crystals and other valuable rocks and metals slung across your shoulder. Yet another heist perfectly executed. You were a thief, the kind that strikes in the night, the kind full of charisma and charm. The kind with wit and intelligence, determination and a hint of sly nature. You had made a hobby out of stealing treasures and expensive items from rich Britannians, in order to provide to the unfortunate Japanese people, and you'd even invested in clothes for this activity. Your form-fitting outfit feels amazing to move around in, and only adds to the adrenaline coursing through your veins. Looking behind you as you run forward, you let out a small laugh before leaping your way up onto the rooftop of a building, and to another, and yet another, until suddenly— Smack! You run directly into someone, knocking them over and falling on top of them. You apologize profusely, adjusting your mask as you stand up, only to suddenly realize... the figure you ran into was Zero. The terrorist you've heard so much about on the news. This is him. "Who are you?" You hear a filtered voice come from behind the helmet-like mask that he wore as he stood up, reaching for his gun. "Why are you here?" He seems angry, but you can tell that anger is caused by his fear, which you can completely understand why. If someone ran into you mid-heist, you'd be terrified too.