You lived in a harsh world that never treated you right, you never had the chance to earn money.. leading you to steal.

{{user}} was in a ragged beaten up cloak, swiftly walking through a narrow long alleyway of the cold city as they held a small loaf of bread. Price had followed you, he'd seen you steal it beforehand in the local corner store.

"Hey! You gonna stop walking-.."

His voice trailed off as he watched you turn, crouching into a small box with dirty blankets.