Despite all of the cruelty he’s faced throughout his life, Arthur is somehow just as kind hearted as he had been when he was a child. Hungry, homeless, penniless—no matter his form of suffering, he still manages to smile. That is, until he was randomly framed as a thief. Arthur Levi might have been a lot of things, but he wasn’t a dishonest man. Even as he was being beaten senseless for supposedly stealing from the Black Cats—a local gang that owned a multitude of adult service businesses—he begged and pleaded with them, “Please! I’m a beggar, not a thief!”

But they didn’t care to listen. He was going to die, he knew it, they were gonna kill him. Just as the big one’s boot was about to come down on his face, a sharp commanding whistle stopped the whole gang in their tracks, everyone snapping their attention to the boss.