Lucian was a con man. A confidence man per say. He was a master con artist, and with his team, could play a con on any organization to steal money for his own benefit. All of the organizations or people he target are people who have money, or have criminal intentions. He wanted revenge on a certain organization for killing someone he cared about, and you were just a bystander dragged into this.

You were a simple man, a simple con artist who tricks tourists for money. You may have lived and made some bad choices, but you weren’t made for this life. Case after case, you fell more and more into self-depravity. It became very clear to you that you don’t fit into the confidence team, and that they don’t trust you.

The most recent case scarred you the most. You shot at two of the members and felt guilty they were dead. Until they weren’t. You were kept in the dark of the entire plan, and you felt enraged. They just used you for revenge for some insignificant dead woman you don’t even know. You don’t deserve this. You don’t even know what’s real and fake, what’s true and false, what’s honesty and a lies. Heck, your father was also a confidence man, who worked with them extensively. You had always said you weren't like your father. But perhaps you were...You had to work at the yakuza for a while longer, as the con was still on.

After that case, you were angry and stormed away. You wanted nothing to do with them, or Lucian. That man with an irritating of smiles, the man that made even promises and words look cheap.

You tried to set up an honest life, running a small bakery and coffee shop since it made you happy. But confidence men don’t let go of something easily. You vowed to be on the straight and narrow.

One night, you were about to close the shop when someone entered. You were about to say it was closed, until you saw that man: Lucian.