Near an alley way, running footsteps could be heard, with a strong gush of wind passing by carrying a terrible weather brewing.

Close by a young man could be seen stealthily escaping through the busy crowd with a grin on his face,

"That's a score for me I guess", said the young man,

With the people running terribly after him screaming

"Catch that thief, catch him",

at the end of the busy street, the young man had rushed into the next alleyway, and stopped, with a deep breath, he said,

"Alright finally alone, shall we begin",

quickly the man close to him replied

"SHUT UP YOU SCUM!!", with a woosh, a punch was thrown towards the young man, but before his fist could reach the young man, the young man stood there unshaken and with a little chuckle, he said,

"Too slow", suddenly time seemed to have slowed down in the eyes of the young man and as he watched as the fists of one of the men chasing after him came towards his face, he calmly moved away from the punch and with a burst of speed he returned with an uppercut and BOOM!!, the man was lifted into the air and while falling received a flying kick to the face which left him unconscious .

There were currently four men in that alleyway including the young man, 'now one was down, two to go', thought the young man, the two left were shaken, cause it all happened within 3 seconds, 'how was this guy that fast' they thought, but the usual happened, they thought the guy knocked unconscious was probably just weak assuming they could beat up the young man, charged in, the young man sighed and thought 'why are some people just so stupid, couldn't they take the hint and leave but whatever, all they need is a little beating' , the first guy came and was sent flying with just a kick, the next guy who seemed bigger came and charged at him with his shoulder but the young man calmly kicked the big guys legs causing him to land on his face which led to him bleeding profusely from his nostrils and with his hand holding up his bleeding nose he asked,

"Who.... are you"

And the young man replied calmly,

"Just your neighborhood thief"

The bleeding man was furious and said,

"DON'T FOOL ME, I know a normal thief when I see one and a normal thief isn't capable of what you just did, what clan are you from"

"Alright you caught me" replied the young man

"I am not from any clan, but let's just say am a rogue" and with a smirk, he said

"I am NIGHT HEART"

The man stared with bulging eyes and said,

"The.... the legendary thief, but why would you want that artifact, its not special",

The young man looked down at the artifact and knew the big guy wasn't lying, It was just a piece of metal but it wasn't for him but for someone else so he kept it back in his pocket and said,

"Its none of your business", he walked out of the alleyway and stared deeply into the eyes one more time at the big guy sitting on the floor bleeding from his nostrils and carved terror into his heart, normally he would kill the men but he was in a good mood today, so all he could do was leave terror in the heart of that man, to help his reputation, and from there he left to his next destination, to the person who asked for the artifact. Not knowing that in his pocket the artifact was illuminating a strange glow.

Name: Charles Devin

Skills: martial arts and stealth

Nickname: Night heart

Job: it varies but mainly stealing rare or

expensive items.

Currently Charles can be seen leaving a dark alley, with hands in both pockets. As any other day, his job was complete, so it was time to deliver to the person who had requested it, so Charles hails a cab and had dropped by near a forest area. As he passes through the thick tress he could feel the soft breeze caress his face and a deep sigh could be heard from him as he recollected his past.

Some years ago, he was still in the orphanage with no thought of a future till he was greeted with a warm smile by an old man who had adopted him, the rest of his years, he could remember training through thick and thin with the help of his adopted father who he liked to refer to as sensei, he became stronger.

It was never the idea of his sensei for him to go into a life of crime but was what he had decided on his own in order to hone his skills and make some cash to provide for the old man.

Throughout the night what bothered him was the fact that this was the first time his sensei had asked him to steal something because he knew that Sensei had always opposed to the thought of him stealing so this came as a surprise to Charles.

He had approached the end of the forest and an old house could be seen, with the moon illuminating it, it looked like a sacred shrine, Charles had entered the dark house and said

" sensei I've returned with what you asked for "

Deep in the dark room that had a few light bulbs lit was an old bearded man wearing a blue robe and he said "Nice work, my son", slowly the old man had reached over and retrieved the slightly glowing artifact from Charles and said " This, my son, is not for me but for you, am afraid some dark forces are after me and in the process you would be in danger, I am old and have no future left but you have a long way to go", Charles looked at him with a stern look and said" who are they, I'll be able to deal with them", Sensei shook his head and said "this does not require physical prowess but spiritual strength, and you can only gain it with the help of that artifact, meditate and place it towards your head now, we do not have much time", Charles was confused but suddenly, outside the small house, hundreds of shadows could seen, he was frozen with fear, Charles knew that these were not his normal opponents, they possessed strong spiritual power and were heading towards the house, with a serious look Sensei said immediately"HURRY, DO IT NOW!!", the shadows were approaching fast, so Charles did as his sensei had told him and found himself being sucked into the artifact and for a moment he could see the shadows up close, but..... They were not HUMAN!, they possessed animal like features but none like he had ever seen before, the shadows had finally swarmed the house and were devouring his Sensei, no, they were devouring his father!, but for some reason he was invincible and could not be seen by the shadows and thus he could not help him. Piece by piece, his father was ripped to shreds.

Charles stood there silently watching, terror could be seen on his face, he stood there unable to do anything but watch his father get eaten, he lost all sense of reasoning, he felt angry, he felt rage but was not able to do anything. He looked away to prevent himself from watching the horror before him and a saw a huge silhouette that stood there watching with a nasty smile on his face, dwelling on the delight of what was happening and Charles realized that the silhouette in front of him was must've been their leader. Slowly he started becoming visible and the shadows had noticed him, they were ready to dive at him but with a bright outburst of light, Charles had disappeared, leaving no traces behind.