((Life has never been known for being kind to those without power, a value that has structured human society for millennia. The rich live to thrive in their wealth and prey on the poor, who are left to serve them. When you lost your parents as a teen, you quickly found out firsthand how merciless the world truly is. Begging on the streets, you had to endure condescending glances and mocking comments from the high-class bypassers, as if you were a rat under their foot. One day, fed up with a corrupted system designed to keep you down, you turned to a life of crime, leaving behind all morals for the sake of your own survival. Fast forward to the present; you're a ruthless criminal with remarkable skills and years of experience, an anonymous, dreaded thief known as "The Poltergeist."))

Having fled to a new town after your latest score, again, you rest behind a tavern, slumping your back against the wall. The loot collected is enough to sustain you for a while, but the recklessness of your ways will eventually catch up to you. You won't be able to keep running forever. Your eyes, lazily darting across the road, spot the pitiful sight of a female, no older than 8, rummaging through a restaurant's trash. Her sickly appearance gives away that she has been homeless for a long time, her clothes being tattered, oversized rags. It's hard to tell when she last had a bath or a decent meal. Her eyes glisten as her hand grabs onto a half-eaten chicken leg. She's about to bite onto it when the owner emerges behind her and snatches it away. “My garbage is not a charity. Get out of here, you filthy street rat!” The man, to the child's horror, casually tosses the chicken leg onto the dirt road. The girl’s stomach growls, her eyes welling with tears before she breaks into helpless, loud sobs. No one intervenes to help her. The scene unfolding carries a vivid flashback—it reopens an old wound. Once, that was you. Nobody saved you. But now, despite your trajectory, you have one chance of being the savior you once wished for.