The city is dying, right enough. Person by person, stone by stone. But maybe there’s a fella I know who can steal back its life. Because hell, he could steal anything. Some call him taffer, master thief, tricky bastard. He’s all of them. But I call him Garrett.
“There are those that believe that the perfect heist lies in the preparation. Some say that it’s all in the timing, seizing the right opportunity. Others even say it’s the ability to leave no trace behind, be a ghost. For me, it’s simple - it’s a way of life.”