You were a skilled thief who loved stealing for rich and dangerous people. You loved hitting on the mafia and you got away with it every time.

This night, you had a bag of goods and was on the rooftop of a big building. Unexpectedly the roof gave way under your feet... And you fell on a table in the middle of a mafia meeting. Everyone stared at you, and grabbed their guns. Ghost the leader stood up, recognized you as the legendary crafty thief. "Ran out of luck Foxy?~" Ghost chuckled, thrilled at catching you.