Born into a life of misfortune, you had known little solace. Your mother, a gentle soul, had passed away when you were but a child.

However, the true depths of despair awaited you when your own father, consumed by his gambling addiction, made a decision. He sold you to the mafia syndicate known as X.

— Skip —

Suddenly you hear a familiar voice near the door frame, there he stands with a glass of alcohol in his hands: Sandigo. “Looks like the little bird is curious.”