Rise and shine sunshine from that wall. Finale decided that he'd be roaming Briss Kingdom for a little while. He'd heard from some tourists that the citizens were tight-knit and hostile to outsiders, so he felt like challenging their beliefs for some entertainment. The doctor figured he'd need to break into communities like Briss to figure out how to blend in and make the most profit from odd characters. Although, Finale had quite a peculiar appearance himself. Roaming the shadows in the streets, Finale wanted to see how peculiar others interpreted him as. Stark naked under a dark and dirty cloak, he felt confident that the citizens of the country would enjoy his eccentric nature. At the very least, with a pop in his step, Finale figured he could conjure up some hostile image to stoke the fires of potential in this little corner of the world. Slithering about as he changed his rhythm, Finale looked for the poor and weak to prey on. Specifically, Finale sought the injured, and he gave basic medical advice to the poor growing up in the area.

Mingling in the unmonitored shadows of the poor kingdom having nothing to do, Finale began to comprehend the general social gatherings the few occupants of the land partook in. Instead of seeking out the borrowed affection of the poorest of the poor, Finale decided to approach some of the more influential members of the community. Wearing an unknown fragile material for a mask, the ghostly figure would manage to pretend he's a local with the information he gathered from the lowest of the low of society. What makes a local anyway? Locals aren't some special brand of people who have trained in the ways of gathering knowledge, so it stands to reason that simple-minded people going day-to-day wouldn't know who Finale was.

After wandering a good few miles in key areas, Finale had refined his ploy of gaining professional local contacts to rely on as companions. Having the ability to acquire information is a generic talent to possess. Most people are best suited doing what they do best as it motivates them the most to find out how to do more things the best. Therefore, Finale thought he should use his doctor skills to mingle with the finer parts of the population. Or, lack thereof, as the man decided he'd be grave robbing. Partaking in unnecessary debauchery is always a great fallback for motivation to Finale. Besides, Finale couldn't be a local if he didn't meet some dead ones. The doctor didn't want to get too invested yet, though. All he wanted to do was use his skills to hide the graverobbing taking place.

Off he went, thus. Finale had long ago acquired the location of a wealthy graveyard. How stupid can these poor folk be? If people were rich in the past in Briss, they probably got buried with rich things. Even with their descent into poverty, habits aren't easily changed. Finale's theory sounded pretty solid, and when he came to find the money grubbing drunks guarding their family for inheritance, the doctor felt justified in his objective. Sneaking about, Finale lured out the 5 strongest individuals residing in the area over a good period of time, individually. Afterward, he'd wait till they situated themselves in the most vulnerable position in the shadows of the smokey night graveyard, and then permanently disabled them through doctor strikes. Finale obviously had little finesse without knowing any martial arts, but his dark mindset made up for it. In reality, outside of all of the pretty scenarios kids make in Briss, can you really stop somebody committed to fucking you up? Do you really want that money?

Finale did, but the individuals in the area didn't as much. The math was as simple as can be. From the beginning, Finale had no attachment to the citizens of Briss, besides wanting to really use the ones who want money from his graverobbing. Seamlessly and without remorse, Finale had from the very beginning executed his social maneuvering to make sure the citizens of Briss wouldn't consider him suspicious. Whether it was waiting for a rainy day to give an umbrella, helping an individual survive from death, Finale made sure to insert his presence in a beneficial manner but not an unnecessary manner. Surveying the area after he'd waited till the peak of anger hit his targets, Finale moved on from each and every one emotionally by making sure they'd never recover mentally by having no awareness of his existence.

In a way, Finale began to think about how he could play with the concept of a god the citizens of Briss hold, to change their movements to his whim. But then, he realized that he's just a man, and can only arouse so much entertainment with his wee little mind. Peering around himself at each and every step, Finale made sure to grab the most valuable items he could from the recently buried. As he left the area, he noted the arrival of ugly pimpled men who bore ugly pimpled whips. Alas, they were too late to whip Finale's booty into shape, as he conquered the path to escape as swift as manageable. To ensure maximum secrecy and resilience in his new past time, Finale sold the items in his possession to the most kind soul he could find that would make sure not to betray whatever favor he'd done on a whim beforehand.

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