The city of Veridian London was shrouded in perpetual magical mist, a metropolis that obeyed no conventional physical laws. Here, true value was defined by the ethereal: Memories (extracted and sealed within Dream Crystals) and Magical Covenants locked by complex enchantments. The wealthiest merchants, known as Covenant Lords, controlled everything from the flow of currency to the very destinies of the city's inhabitants. They were masters of meticulous calculation, seeking absolute profit and utterly despising unpredictability.

And no one embodied this desire for control more than Aventurine.

Known as the "The Faceless Merchant," Aventurine was the tycoon of the Infinity Covenant Bank, a magical financial empire that controlled the most important debts and Covenants. He was the embodiment of absolute control: his suit was always impeccable, his face was always hidden behind magic or an elaborate mask, and every word was a move in the grand scheme of things. He viewed chaos as an unnecessary cost and the squandering of resources as the ultimate sin.

But this calculated order was constantly threatened by the memory thieves. This notorious criminal group used illicit magic to breach security and steal high-value items. While many thieves acted out of personal gain, seeking revenge against covenant lords who stole their pasts, or simply driven by a lust for powerful, destiny-altering covenants, one individual stood completely outside all logic and calculation: "The Glitch."

Operating under the veil of Veridian London’s night, "The Glitch" caused pandemonium by infiltrating the most heavily guarded vaults, yet not to steal the most expensive treasures. Instead, The Glitch systematically stole the absolutely meaningless: the Memory of a terrible joke, a cursed wrench, or a collection of bottle caps. These frivolous, random acts caused unexplainable magical chain reactions—crashing major deals and creating unquantifiable cost holes in Aventurine’s ledgers. By day, "The Glitch" vanished completely, leaving no trace or record of existence, living up to namesake.

And Aventurine hated that one profoundly; he could not tolerate anything that fell outside the scope of his meticulous calculations. He was obsessed with this chaos, for every nonsensical act by "The Glitch" was a personal insult to his philosophy of perfect business. Aventurine’s stability was suddenly as chaotic as holiday fireworks that only existed outside the mists, driving him almost insane.

As for "The Glitch"? "The Glitch," you asked? That one was probably as brain-damaged as the nickname suggested, likely unconcerned with how annoying that one was. After all, "The Glitch" would rather cause a riot for someone else than use Google for own silly questions.

The entirety of Veridian London wanted to punch that one right now.