Note: Have mercy on me, okay? I've played both The Dark Project and The Metal Age many months ago because I do have this strange, if not zealous fascination towards thieves. Enjoy reading it! Chapters soon to come!
--Leo
The New Age has dawned,
Replacing the old with the new from the same foundations.
But as the light that shines upon man continues to grow,
The shadows of the night will grow darker still…--Revelation of the Keepers
Leo Presents:
Thief
A Darker Future
Introduction:
I once had a dream. A dream where darkness still continue to overpower our world that there is no such need as tomorrow, like the undulating black silk that covers the waters of the sea at night.
In that world I was free. Free to do anything to survive.
Abandoned as a child, I was forced to run away from the orphanage, unable to allow to be bound by the kind of hypocrisy that the nuns would call 'love'. Living in the streets were harsh, due to the uncaring swathe that radiates within the very core of society, not even once glancing a second time to a lowly street urchin such as myself. To me, hatred is my ally; cunning is my devotion; fear is my strength; the tools that gave way to my crowning career. The years were kinder to me as I continued my craft, stealing from unwary tourists and offers from one person to the next. The modern age also has done wonders and now I could also provide my services with a touch of a button. I do say that a thief will only hate their kind. I am but a tool to justify their ends, not their means.
But something extraordinary happened to me that will change my life forever. One stormy evening in my flat, two hooded men knocked upon my door. Wondering what sort of Halloween trick they would try to pull on me, my mind changed immediately when one of them showed me a list. I kept a firm eye on what it was written and recognized the numerous numbers written. Bank accounts, names; these were the same one that I tried to hack in only minutes ago. Realizing that they have found me I bolted to a run. Almost everywhere I go they are always there even though I managed to elude them. With my luck finally ran out and they all surrounded me I closed my eyes and prepared to meet my maker. Instead, they presented me a medallion and for the first time my eyes sparkled. It was something that no plastic money in the world was worth its value.
It was a gold medallion in shape of a keyhole.
They call themselves Keepers.
For six months I have been under the watchful eye of the Keepers as they trained me their arts. Though traditional in my standards, they have the skills that have been honed for hundreds of years that proved useful to me as well as adding a few tricks of my own.
They say that Garret was reborn in me, but that only proves as an irony.
My name is Patricia Garret; I am a thief.