I was a thief of destiny, walking on the tightrope of probability. A gentle push can increase the probability of bullet jamming by 1%, and can also make an extra banana peel appear out of thin air under the enemy's feet. But this gift has already been secretly marked with a price - every tiny bit of luck means that somewhere in the future, an equal or magnified misfortune is waiting for me.
Until I overturned the entire gambling table to save my loved ones. This triggered a global chain collapse of probability, and the "Probability Equilibrium Cult" that had been tracking me for many years finally cornered me. They screamed that I was an "outlier" that had to be removed.
