Dishonored: A Thief's Tale
Dear Claudia,
"The world we live in is a complicated creature. It lives among us, give us life, give us death, give us liberty, give us prison. It always needs a new character to operate. That new protagonist, was me."
The city of Dunwall was a beast. It devoured people into greed, or their deepest desires, and twists them like the rats twist the bones of the corpses they eat. The cool night air blew against my face, and calmed the stench of the Flooded District.
15 years have passed since the new Empress regained her throne from her mother, Empress Jessamine. The huge controversial plot of the bodyguard's betrayal still lurks in the dark waters of the city. Things have gone better after that. The new Empress established a co-operation with the other Isles. Dunwall was becoming a "clean" place again.
I walk softly over the planks of the water, looking for something to eat. Hunger was something you can't ignore for long. Well, today's been of no luck. No food, damn, I mutter in my head. Better go back to the Hounds Pit Pub.
The Pub changed from being a Loyalist's headquarters to a popular place full of people from different Isles and nations. Why am I going there, you ask?
I'm a thief.
I wasn't always a thief, but ever since I was born into the city, I was raised by the Bottle Street Gang. Slackjaw was like a guardian for me, picked me up from the streets, taught me how to survive. I learned, and I grew. I realized that in order for one thing to live, another thing has to go.
I walk through the main doors of the pub, the music blaring, and drunks celebrated in circles. "Sally, how's the catch for today?" I ask to a blond haired man, drinking away all his hard earned money. "Well, if it isn't my best pal! Sit down sit down, were you roaming the streets hungry again? Have a beer!", said Sally. Sally was my best friend. I met him at the age of 5, and we worked together to survive. Two's better than one, right?
"The person you're gonna want ter loot is over there. He's got at least 100 coin, I tell ya. Came down here to mingle or some sort. Looks like he'll go broke home tonight. Go get him", Sally whispered to me.
Every steal I make gives me a rushed feeling. The thrill of getting away never gets old. I walk to the target's side, and pretend to be busy looking at a whale-oil tank factory painting.
The lad was muscular, and had expensive clothing with a nice hat to top it off. Seemed some sort of noble folk, I thought, watching a pretty nice pocket watch on his right pocket. I go for the looting.
Today was the first time in my life I tell you, I got caught.