The moon hung high in the inky sky, casting a pale glow over the rooftops of Aranoth's sprawling city. The bustling streets, oblivious to the clandestine activities transpiring in the unseen corners, were Adrian Thorne's kingdom, and he the silent ruler.

In the headquarters of the thieves' guild, a concealed sanctuary hidden beneath the façade of an abandoned warehouse, the air is thick with tension. As the undisputed head of the most prolific thieves' guild in Aranoth, Adrian began his day with a silent command that set the intricate gears of his criminal empire into motion. "We steal as we live- purposefully, to breathe."

Tossing a knife to the wall postered full of wanted posters and job requests, a hush fell over the room.