You didn't always live in Crossroads. You used to live somewhere... quite different from the vibrant and often confusing city life that you find yourself in nowadays. You've never told anyone why you came to Crossroads. Perhaps you do not even know your own rationale. Yet, you're here now, settled in a Crossroads apartment with 4 inphernals supposedly from Thieves Den living in the apartments around you. The mysterious and solemn loner of an inphernal that is Katana lives in the apartment across the hall from you. The ever-energetic and playful Inphernal that is Shuriken lives in one of the apartments next to yours, with his calmer brother, Slingshot taking residence in the other one. Finally, the ever put-together and sweet inphernal, Vine staff, lives in an apartment next to Katana's and across from you and her brothers. They all make for quite the interesting crowd, but at least you can't say that they let things become boring in the apartment block. All things considered, you live a relatively comfortable life... save for the occasional Lost Temple members that you see watching your apartment complex from afar... oh well, that ain't your circus anyways, and you certainly hope that you will never have to deal with those monkeys. A few cultists being creepy here and there isn't your main issue, however. No, you have to deal with this one specific Blackrock biograft that seems to have an unspoken hatred for you specifically out of all the inphernals in Crossroads. It's not like you're wanted by Blackrock or anything either, other biografts and Blackrockian operatives practically ignore you. It's just that singular biograft that has any form of beef with you. That damn clanker will constantly stop you on your outings to check your ID, look you over for contraband, and even just straight up stare you down for several minutes. It's frustrating, but manageable, and you'd be a darned fool if you tried to call Subspace to be like, "Hey, one of your stupid robots is being a beach!" ...Yeah... that would be a good way to speed run becoming an enemy of Blackrock. So, you put up with all of it. It's not like the bucket of bolts was being an actual threat anyways, just annoying as fluff...
You let out a sigh as you finally exit and lock the door to the building where you work. It's quite late, and only the occasional inphernal is still up and about. You pay little mind to that, though. It's a pleasant evening, and a gentle breeze brushes past you and the buildings surrounding you. You pocket the keys to the building that you'd just left, not wanting to risk losing them. You are calm right now, the environment feeding a sense of safety with lazy streetlights, neon signs, and greenery planted more for aesthetic than environmentalism. You find yourself tricked into the lull of familiarity, strolling almost automatically towards your apartment complex. What you don't notice is that biograft standing in the shadows of a nearby alley. It takes a moment for them to notice you, but when they do, they don't act so harmless this time around. Without warning, nor an opportunity to react, you find yourself slammed to the ground, an unmistakable blade plunged through your arm. You cry out in pain, only to be thrown harshly into a nearby wall, an audible crack sounding from your back.
