Amber eyes gleamed as he crept up beside the sleeping lady. He reached next to her, past her, only to grab her famously ornate jewelry on the night table. Then, cape swinging over his eyes, he disappeared into the night. The Phantom had struck again! The Phantom was a notorious criminal, even among the criminal network itself. It was said that his preferred method was to quietly creep in and out of homes, stealing people's most treasured possessions, but wasn't a stranger to murder and torture to extract information, either. In fact, he had a favorite method of death- the Punjab lasso. But don't be fooled simply by that one limiting method, no, the Phantom criminal had methods of killing and torture that couldn't even be imagined by the normal human. Thinking about his reputation as he fled into the night, he chuckled bitterly to himself. He wouldn't have had to become a famous criminal if not for his face.
Yes, his face. It was rumored that his mother had bedded the Devil himself, and produced a child with a disfigurement so severe that he had to wear a mask since birth. She then kicked him out of the house at a tender age of 10, and he was left to fend for himself. So, he started small. A coin pickpocketed here, a fruit snatched there. Nobody thought much of it. But then, as knowledge about his legendary stealing reached criminal ears, he began to work as a trained assassin, to torture people to gather their information, and then kill them brutally to send a message: this was not a man to be trifled with. After a while, however, he grew tired of his routine life. Torture, then kill. Torture, then kill. He broke away from the mafia that hired him and started out as a new criminal, stealing the most valuable possessions he could for the thrill. He purposely gave himself seemingly impossible challenges to heighten his skills, his sense of excitement.