𝖨𝗇 𝖬𝗒 𝖣𝖾𝖿𝖾𝗇𝗌𝖾 : 𝖱𝖾𝗂𝗆𝖺𝗀𝗂𝗇𝖾𝖽 | 𝖪𝖺𝗇𝗀 𝖳𝖺𝖾𝗁𝗒𝗎𝗇

01 : 𝖠𝗋𝖾 𝖸𝗈𝗎 𝖱𝖾𝖺𝖽𝗒 𝖥𝗈𝗋 𝖨𝗍

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Nothing compares to the City of Coussac, France where crime is a daily ritual and criminals of various sentences flock. It was 1989 and the promised spring had already blossomed; yet regardless of the vibrant season and high-spirits permeating the air, traffic and disarray remained prevalent- a prime example of the city's ill-fated trademark.

The streets were never clean. Trucks, cars, and motorbikes flooded the rigid concrete, each engine a-roar. People marched shoulder-to-shoulder, forever weary of their belongings as they were never sure whether or not there was a thief in their midst. Buildings blocked the golden sunlight and there was nothing to breathe in but smoke- not to mention the rotten piles of garbage in each sidewalk and the pungent smell of flooded canals.

Policemen roam about, trying to fix the unfixable mess. Honks, whistles, and loud shrills of profanity served as ambience to those who dared to unwind. Peace was never an option as they had already lost their faith in humanity the moment the Jang Family took over the municipal throne. Displeased with the obviously rigged election, a few of the locals began to rebel. Some may have decided to stay low and obey, but they knew better than to worship the privileged, hence the birth of 'The Masked Phantom Of Futuristic Couture'.

"Knew he was a killer first time that I saw him. Wonder how many girls he had loved and left haunted."

"But if he's a ghost, then I can be a phantom, holdin' him for ransom. Some, some boys are tryin' too hard, he don't try at all, though."

"Younger than my exes but he act like such a man, so I see nothing better, I keep him forever like a vendetta."

Y/N L/N was a product of Coussac's injustice. Born with hatred and vengeance, she was one of the most wanted, if not, most notorious criminals to ever roam the city without the fear of being caught. Known for her irredeemable deeds and iconic fashion, she thrived as a half-praised persona. While all the elites dubbed her scandalous, the common crowd rather saw her as a heroine. A sly, little fox, daring enough to unravel what's there to expose- a fair reason as to why the authority and press both shared an unhealthy obsession towards her profile.

"I see how this is gon' go. Touch me and you'll never be alone. Island breeze and lights down low. No one has to know."

"In the middle of the night, in my dreams. You should see the things we do, baby."

"In the middle of the night, in my dreams
I know I'm gonna be with you so I'll take my time."

"Are you ready for it?"

CRASH!

Shards of glass peppered the dull concrete as a pair of studded, black boots marked the marble staircase. Y/N sped down the lane along with her goons, trying to escape a group of angry security guards. She glanced over her fur-coated shoulder, a mad cackle escaping her lips. It was yet another successful heist and she knew that word would swiftly make it to the news before she could even finish counting all the money she had snagged. Swinging her bagful of cash, she whistled for her men to turn right. A dump truck rolled by with a deafening honk, encouraging them to hurl in. She clung onto the back, her fingers wrapped around a steel handle to keep herself from falling.