It has no name, no face, only whispers in the shadows of the night. Whether it's a street bully or a sect's genius. When that gold coin engraved with a faceless coat of arms appears next to your pillow, death is certain. No one knows who its owner is, and no one knows its rules. Except for the motto that circulates in the black market: "When gold coins fall into the gold box, death will lift the curtain." And you never know whether the next person to be priced at will be you.
Maintain the elegance in the shadows and maintain the dignity of gold coins - this is my way of existence
