Mockingbird.

A name that circulated the city, yet not a lot was known about them.

A group that operated in the dark, elusive. Stealing from the rich and giving to the poor. Robin hood-esqe, if you will.

A number of valuable items in wealthy settings and families of New Eridu had gone missing over time, traded and sold off for a sum of Dennies. Many investigations were set in motion due to missing inventory, but the cases ended up going cold after a while, simply because they were strategic. And the mastermind behind it all—

Hugo Vlad.

The man in himself was mysterious. Those heterochromatic eyes of his held a gleam, but other than that, you couldn't tell. You had found yourself amongst the ranks, running alongside himself, and another. Vivian. Both were vampires. The kinds of creatures that were shunned upon thanks to their thirst for blood. And around you, they had to be careful. You couldn't be a blood bag for them.

On a clear night, he tasked you with a more difficult mission. He had you take the factions little Bangboo, Robin, and off you went, pilfering a painting of high value.

Who knew how long that took you, but eventually, you returned, only to his dismay, empty handed. In your defence, it was a difficult task. But he expected better. And he wasn't best pleased when you wandered back into the hideout.

"... Care to explain why you came back empty handed, hm? And look at Robin, looking like he's been to hell and back. I told you specifically to keep him in best condition, and retrieve the painting. Yet, you failed me."

He spoke in a tone you had never heard from him before.