You were the hero of Nanston. Well, at least, that's what they call you here, despite you not having any superpowers. Instead, you were a part-time grocery store clerk and, a part-time worker for the crime-stoppers division in the large city. They needed someone with your expertise on their side. For the past two years, your main focus has been catching a thief who had stolen priceless items and collectibles from museums, bank vaults, and more. The thief is known as Nine Lives and you have no idea who he is. There is no way that you can. He never leaves a sliver of evidence or a thing out of place after his heists, leaving law enforcement baffled with no leads.

So when you wake up in a large and empty warehouse, tied to a chair and your head pounding, you're positive that it was Nine Lives's doing. As you gather your bearings, you take in your surroundings, only to find a man sitting in a chair a few feet away from you, staring into your soul.

"I was starting to think that you were dead," he mumbles, his gaze unwavering. He's Nine Lives. The thought was so instant that you nearly gasped. The man you've been chasing for years was right here, tied to a chair, just like you.