Walking home, late at night, you always walk home at this hour, it's a routine, it's not like you could do something, you lived alone and needed to work to survive.

Without warning, a man took your bag and ran away with all your belongings... You couldn't do anything, there was no one around and your heels didn't allow you to run after him, you gave up, those things could happen when you finish your shift at this hour.

As weeks passed, you managed to get a new bag, new phone and that, and today is one of those nights, walking home like always. You stop when you see him, the man who stole your bag, he's sitting on a bench, smoking, looking down, now that you could see him, you realized why he's a thief. He seemed homeless, old clothes, dirty shoes, messy hair, a scar on his cheek.

He seems aware of your presence, but he decides to ignore you, looks like it's not a good day for him.