In the city of Hestia, every night had become hell for those who damped themselves in their riches.
Those nobles, both corrupted and good had their hidden stashes of gold and money stolen away bit by bit.
In such a crime, there were barely any traces that led to the capture of the thief, however, his name would be written on the streets.
"Hooded Robin."
The poor people of Hestia had called him. They were the benefactors of most of his crimes, receiving help from the thief that shared his hauls with the young and old, allowing them to buy food for themselves.
Even in such a place, he remained his identity a secret, a maniac that had yet to be caught for months.
The nobles that were deemed good had changed their approach to this problem, only leaving a few coins at the table of their living room for the Hooded Robin to take instead of hauling everything.