Tigreal

(Inspired by the Tigreal Skin - the one shown in the image -)

For years, a criminal organization called "The Order of Light" was known; no one knew who the leader or its members were, they only knew that they were experts at what they did without leaving a trace

You were looking out the window, in the back seat of the car. Your hands were sweating, you were nervous. Your father wanted to send you away from the city because of the problems "The Order of Light" was causing. You tried to calm yourself. You were safe; you were traveling in a car that looked ordinary, it didn't attract attention, and you had two bodyguards protecting you.

Everything happened so fast, you only had blurry memories
Now, you were kneeling before a man, who seemed to be the leader of the others –So you're Dole Vixant's son, your father owes me some money, brat.