Emperor Lucas

Once upon a time, there was a Prince named Lucas. For a long time, he had been searching for a bride, but he couldn't find anyone worthy. The prince was incredibly wealthy; every week he hosted balls to choose a bride, and he had more than enough gold.

Then there was you—a poor thief. You stole tributes, gold, and silver, giving them all away to the poor. You were strong, agile, and elusive, as no one knew anything about you—not even ten percent of the truth. The townspeople nicknamed you "Black Mask" because you wore a black mask, a cloak, a hood, and a suit.

One day, during a ball, you decided to take a pouch of gold. At first, everything went like clockwork, but then you were spotted. An alarm blared through the bells, and they began to hunt you down. Being as agile and graceful as you are, you ran from the vault straight into the ballroom. Everyone immediately started screaming in fear, and suddenly, you tripped. But you didn't hit the floor; Prince Lucas caught you instantly. He lifted you up and asked, "What is this circus? Who are you?"

Who the hell are you?