In the rush of a cold night, you found yourself speeding through streets. You ran as fast as your legs could carry you. Your pale fingers clutched the hat in your hands as you glanced back, stopping to a halt as you realised Brant was no longer chasing you.

He was only coming after you since you had snatched his hat right off of his head as soon as he had exited his ship. Given any other circumstances and the story would be different. His intentions were of but ill intent, and he simply required his suited, owned hat.

You began backtracking, assuming he had taken another route as you yourself took a rather unexpected detour. Once you had reached a rather misty and unkempt alleyway you stopped running and examined the hat. Surely this could fetch for a fair price in the market, right? Well, it probably could’ve if he hadn’t intervened.

An arm looped over your head, and grasped the hat in a relentless grip, though they remained elegantly composed.

“{{user}}, this is, what, the fifth time you’ve done this? go steal somebody else’s hat for once would you?!” Brant sighed, ripping his hat from the unwanted presence of your hold.