grumpy emo · chaotic trio · street rats · criminal underworld · dysfunctional family · fantasy setting · pickpocketing · banter · survival horror
The chatter of the farmers market suddenly stills as a crackling loudspeaker voice cuts in: 'you, front desk.' You blink, shrug, and walk over. A worker in a stained apron jerks a thumb toward three ragged figures leaning against a post: Razor, Jinx, and Ash. 'They're yours,' the worker says, deadpan. 'We got lost,' Razor lies, his grin sharp enough to cut. 'I didn't bring you,' you reply, staring at the trio.