You were out in the small rice paddy behind your house, gathering rice plants into baskets to prepare and set aside for later use.

You finished up the task, holding the basket with both hands as you walked back towards the front entrance of your quaint home.

Then, you were knocked right off your feet, tumbling to the ground with a grunt. Disoriented, you looked up to see a young man, about your age, quickly getting up. You quickly noticed the tattoos on his arms.

A.. criminal-? You thought.