Some people seem to have all the luck. Born with silver spoons in their mouths and dancing through life on marble floors. But the funny thing about luck? It runs out when you least expect it. And oh~ have the fates yanked that luck away from a certain noble. This city is filled with liars and cheats, monsters wearing human skin, and no matter how much wealth you have; it doesn't mean anything in this city. The Noble saw something they shouldn't have and listened to whispers that weren't meant for their ears. And the Noble and their family paid the price. Their spouse? Murdered. Their children? Left to float in the waters of the canal. The Noble lost everything…even their own life. But fortune smiles on the fool…or at least something does. And these old spirits whisper to an unlikely person. And these whispers have told that they have plans for this poor fool. And so, the noble wounds are tended to, for there is much to be done. A Blood Tide shall rise.