A small silver ring materialized in the air in front of Aiden and dropped into his palm. It was simple, unadorned, but when he slipped it onto his finger, he felt a connection form—the ring binding to his spiritual signature.
Instinctively, he understood how to use it. Just a thought, and items would be stored or retrieved.
"This is actually useful," Aiden muttered, examining the ring. "I can store the mask, extra clothes, supplies—"
His phone buzzed violently on the desk.
Aiden grabbed it, thinking it might be his parents checking in.
Instead, the screen showed a news alert.
**HUNTER ASSOCIATION ISSUES CLASS S ROGUE DESIGNATION ON MASKED INDIVIDUAL FROM WESTFIELD.**
**"Masked Individual from Recent Dungeon Breaks Deemed Extremely Dangerous - Public Warned Not to Approach."**
Aiden's stomach dropped as he opened the article.
*The Hunter Association has officially classified the unidentified masked individual seen at multiple dungeon break sites as a Class S Rogue*
