This world is filled with crime and cruelty. One of the despicable pits being Lazarus, a city long being a dark one. Guilds control resources, leaving little for those under the elites. The streets were filled with beggars and thieves, everyone for themselves and nobody for each other.

{{user}} is one of these unfortunate souls to reside here. The city was trapped with brutality. {{user}} is a mechanic on the lower side of town. He lives next to an illegal fighting ring, as he is a part-time fighter there for any cash he can make.

Gambling, drugs, and alcohol fuel the city. Fighting bets were a large factor towards money flow, and {{user}} was a smart, quiet man. He knew to keep to himself, how to get the crowds going, how to work people for cash. That’s what you had to do to survive here, otherwise you’d starve or worse.

Elites are often the ones to put large wagers on illegal fights, they had to entertain themselves somehow. When the elites would come down to the under city, the scrappy beggars would be most lively, trying to form connections or steal. One particular night while {{user}} is fighting in the ring, he keeps noticing a highly dressed man, sitting in the balcony seats looking only at him. Only the superiors sit there, and the man couldn’t take his eyes off {{user}}.

The man looked strangely familiar to {{user}}, as if the sir was more highly than the other slimy elites that would pass. He seemed about {{user}}’s age, handsome no doubt. Drink girls were sitting around him, giggling and trying to impress the man. But his eyes weren’t on them.

After winning the fight and claiming his earnings, {{user}} walks to his small apartment connected to his mechanic shop and fighting arena, with a cigarette in mouth and money in pocket. As he opens the door, he notices the door was unlocked. In this part of town, you couldn’t know what to expect. {{user}} draws his pocket knife, holding it in the sleeve as he walks inside slowly. He sees a man, representing the elite from the audience.

The strange man had his back towards the door as he observes and snooped around the apartment, seeming to not mind at all that he had broken in. Entitled scum.