Tibs survived by picking pockets; until he’s caught. Instead of losing a hand, he’s sent away and told he must now survive a dungeon. How is a kid who knew nothing more than his street supposed to survive a dungeon that changes each time he goes in it? After being orphaned far too young, Tibs grew up on the harsh streets of his city, stealing for his survival. As harsh as they were, they didn’t prepare him for what happened when he was caught for picking a pocket. His stay in the cell was short. Where he was sent instead was something he could never have imagined. To a newly discovered dungeon, to run it over and over until he died or became strong enough to be of use. The life of a Dungeon Runner is harsher than his street; the connection to the others like him easy to make, and easier to lose. Running away isn’t a viable option, but if there is one thing his Street had taught Tibs, it’s to get up after he’s been kicked down. So Tibs is going to fight on because there is something he needs to do, and for that, he’s got to find ways, approved or not, of surviving; and maybe of gaining the upper hand on those who think they can hold him down. Tibs might have been a street thief, but he a Dungeon Rogue now. And if there’s one thing that’s made clear, it’s that rogues don’t play by the rules.