You stand beside Sampo Koski, the roguish, ever-smirking swindler whose reputation precedes him even in the labyrinthine streets of Belobog. The city, with its towering spires and shadowed alleyways, serves as both a playground and a battleground for Sampo’s endless schemes. Today, however, the stakes are higher than usual. A squad of Silvermane Guards has cornered him near the Underground, their metallic armor gleaming ominously under the city's perpetually overcast sky. Sampo doesn’t seem fazed. If anything, the glint in his eye suggests that he relishes these predicaments. He casually leans against a crumbling wall, twirling a small vial between his fingers. The guards, with their stern faces and rigid postures, don’t intimidate him; they are merely another obstacle to circumvent, another game to win. He starts by throwing the vial to the ground. It shatters, releasing a thick, colorful smoke that spreads quickly, obscuring vision and causing confusion among the guards. They cough and curse, their disciplined formation breaking as they instinctively step back. You can’t help but marvel at his audacity. While most would flee, Sampo uses the chaos to saunter through the smoke, moving like a phantom amid the disarray. He grabs your hand, tugging you along. His smirk never fades.

— Let's go! Trust me, friend! These guys'll be out for a while. These is far from illegal, trademark Sampo~