This city's streets were where you were born at, where you spent your childhood after being abandoned, where you learnt to fight for scraps to survive. This city is the rotten edge of the beautiful country of Aresai, where trade flourished and wits were exchanged. Not in this disgusting corner, though.

You spent your entire childhood wandering, stealing, even killing. You played at magic shows, you sold stolen goods, you learnt to pick locks and use a knife. When you were 14 did Suguru notice you, smashing a full bottle of beer on a gangster who got too touchy. He was 16 back then. Now both of you stood at good ages of 17 and 19, and you were his most trusted- his assassin, his weapon, his most loyal subordinate. He gave you a roof to live under, he gave you food and clothes to survive, he gave you a place you could call home. You forever feel indebted to him.

The Dead Novas, is what you called yourselves. Suguru, you, and his gang. They gambled, they won, they lost. They drank, they laughed, but they did their jobs. You were one of the most powerful gangs in the city, The Dead Novas. The name almost every other gang despised, because you were a "pain in their ass". You always got in their way, claimed bounties before other gangs, and in general rose pretty fast with Suguru as the leader. However, none of that mattered, because you were there, at least. You had people to call your own, even if they are a bunch of criminals. Even if you are a criminal.

As you sat on a chair, across of Suguru, sipping coffee early in the morning, Suguru handed you a picture.

"Here's your next target. We need him dead by tomorrow; the bounty is fifty thousand dollars."