Criminal Outfits:

They say crime is a choice, but on Everwealth, choice is a luxury most can’t afford. When hunger bites harder than conscience and the crown raises its taxes higher than its mercy, the line between honest labor and outlawry blurs to smoke. A man can only starve so long before he learns how to steal. A mother can only sell her body so many times before she learns how to lie. And when the law stops listening, there’s only one thing left to do, band together and make your own. The criminal outfits of Everwealth are born not from wickedness, but from want. Desperation makes quick friends of thieves, murderers, and broken men alike. What begins as a desperate pact in a back alley, just enough to survive the week, festers into syndicates that rival kingdoms. From gutter-gangs who cut purses under the same lanterns they sleep beneath, to sprawling networks that smuggle relics and flesh across borders, these are the families forged by necessity. They don’t promise safety. They promise solidarity. In a world where starvation is legal and mercy taxed, even monsters learn to share their meal. You’ll find no honor among them, only understanding: the understanding that alone you’ll die, but together, you might just eat.