Rain falls in a secluded corner of a deserted alley.
In the pitch-black darkness, an eerie light flickers.
A dying breath, the cold clang of metal.

Faith soon turns to betrayal.
Truth soon is covered in lies.
Fortune, illusory as it is, scatters in vain.

He lifts his head. He gazes into the shadow beyond.
A pair of eyes meet.
Since that moment, the web of fate began to tangle.

The Lucky Pendant is said to bring fortune just by possessing it,
but is in danger of being stolen by ██████ .
The Mystery and Melancholy of a Street is realized.