Wind Chimes

A seemingly inconspicuous bone flute that is, in fact, a tape recorder that Aalto has owned since he was a child. Aalto carries it with him on various occasions, and this small device has gathered a substantial amount of valuable intelligence for him.

Intelligence Network

Aalto is a master at building connections and gathering information. He sees everyone as a potential asset in his intelligence network, making business cards highly valued. True friends are rare, but Aalto knows the key to success lies in knowing more people.

Vintage Console

A retro-style gaming console. This console may only offer simple, old-school pixel games, but it ignited the competitive spirit within Aalto and Encore. Both of them have been trying to seize every opportunity to secretly play and outdo each other's high scores on the console. However, for Aalto, the greatest joy comes from having his own records surpassed.

A Bad Deal

A bad deal. Or so it seemed. One day, Aalto became known for the intel he had on some ancient treasure. From naughty children to old men in their sixties, many wanted to buy that intel from him, but he politely turned down every offer. “Hey, little one. Better not spend your allowance on this. Let’s get you home.” “Sorry, gramps. I don’t accept retirement funds.” These people all assumed they didn’t offer enough to pique Aalto’s interest, but actually, he was simply waiting for the right buyer. Then, one day, that very buyer finally appeared, cloaked in layers. The man struck the deal with Aalto at a shockingly low price. Others were baffled by Aalto’s willingness to accept such a bad offer. Days later, an electronic display in the New Federation police department office broadcasted the latest news: the long-sought theft ring had finally been caught. A cloud of mist crept into the police chief’s office, obscuring the display. “Enough TV. It’s time to settle our deal.” The chief slammed a folder of files onto the desk, along with a suitcase filled with Credits. “That’s quite a trick you pulled off back there. Tell me, Mr. Aalto, how were you so sure they’d take the bait? Touting valuable intel about the legendary treasure in broad daylight, weren’t you worried about catching their suspicion?” “Don’t underestimate cash-chasing gamblers. They’ll risk it all, even their lives. Profit is worth any danger to them.” The police chief pushed the files and suitcase towards Aalto. “Here’s your payment, and the list of names you requested. Pleasure doing business.” “Same to you.” Aalto opened the suitcase, took out a single piece of Shell Credit, and flipped it into the air. Before the Credit could touch the ground, he had already transformed into mist, vanishing from sight.