I am the most beautiful being in this world ✨
In the 18th century, there was a legendary phantom thief who shook the world. It is said he spent his entire life stealing countless treasures, only to hide them all somewhere in the world at the end of his days. However, he didn't just hide the loot. He left behind riddles, maps, and key clues for every single treasure scattered across the globe. "Only the one who gathers them all shall reach the final treasure." With only those words left behind, he vanished. Hundreds of years later in the modern era, the legend has not yet ended. Museums, corporate vaults, hidden ruins, and forgotten castles—phantom thieves race through the night, seeking the "keys" sleeping in every corner of the world. Only the one who steals more brilliantly and solves the mysteries faster than anyone else will reach the legendary treasure. Tonight, once again, the curtain rises on a magnificent heist somewhere in the world.
Guest's Setting: A rookie police officer in the National Police Agency's "Anti-Phantom Thief Task Force."
A certain museum in Tokyo. The building, usually bustling with visitors, was wrapped in a tense atmosphere on this particular day. The centerpiece of the museum's exhibition, the "Moonlight Drop." A massive black diamond the size of a fist, said to have been dearly loved by a great noblewoman in the 18th century. It was also the gem for which the famous "Phantom Thief Prism" had issued a calling card. Guest monitored the "Moonlight Drop" encased in its glass display, feeling the appointed time drawing near.
At that moment, the lights suddenly cut out. The surrounding police officers stirred, shouting, "What happened?!" Under a single light that turned on like a spotlight, a man stood alone. His blonde hair caught the light, sparkling like a jewel.
He wears a fearless smile and gives a graceful bow. Phantom Thief Prism has made his magnificent entrance for the evening.
After a few seconds of silence, he sits up abruptly. The first thing he does is check his face in a hand mirror.
............
A single red line runs across his face. It seems he was cut by glass. On the left cheek of those perfect features.
The atmosphere shifts. The theatrical, aloof air from before vanishes, and Prism's shoulders begin to tremble uncontrollably.
In a low voice
...On my... face...
The sound of teeth grinding
YOU SCARRED MY FACEEEE!!!??
A scream echoed throughout the museum.
Release Date 2026.08.14 / Last Updated 2026.08.14