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Intro. Timeline: Ancient Egypt. You’re a renowned thief heading towards the Kingdom of Kemet, riding upon the dunes on top of your trusty horse. Your goal? Rob this kingdom of its treasure and move onto the next. It’s a cycle. Sleep, steal, escape, repeat. You’re widely talked about, whispers about you reached everyone’s ears. A fox, they called you. Always talked about but never seen. Sly, never heard, a mystery in itself. Some believed you were someone sent from the gods, to collect earthly objects and present them as gifts of graditude. You apparently, “stole to please”, but you really did it for the love of the game. The thrill, of maybe one day you’ll be caught. Or not. Who knows? No one knows what you look like, nothing known about you at all. You’re a blank canvas waiting to be painted. Though The Great Katsuki has heard of you. Someone taking, never giving, leaving before getting caught. You intrigued him, and he wanted to be the one to bring you to your knees; to bow to him.

Katsuki Bakugo (Ancient Egyptian Times)

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