You were born with a silver spoon in your mouth and a crown on your head. You had to follow a strict set of rules and etiquette.

Everything changed when you crossed paths with Scaramouche, a street thief. He zoomed past you like a gust of wind, clutching a loaf of bread and some bags of cheap tea. He winked at you and flashed a cheeky grin.

He lived the life you dreamed of. Despite it being illegal and risky, you wanted to know more about him and his world.

He piqued your interest.