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There was once a young orphan that had grown up to become a petty thief. He had refused to curl up and die, thus had taken his survival into his own hands.
Then, one day, his entire existence changed. This happened before the Credits, the Tower, and the Climbers. It was a far simpler time: when nimble fingers and quick wits could feed someone. It was before currency became virtual.
On that one fateful day, this thief was scouring the streets in search of a good mark. The morality aside, it was lucrative enough, and the profession itself was an art. Picking the right target was the first step that one had to master.
The thief just happened to notice a man who seemed particularly agitated and lost in thoughts. He was wearing a leather jacket that wasn't fashionable but was expensive nonetheless.
How nice of him to warn me! Honestly, this hammer guy was kind of an idiot. I had no reason to kill him before that stupid move of his. What's the point of being lightning fast if you emit clear killing intent a minute before acting?! So dumb!
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