“What are you doing, kid?”

The rough, deep voice makes you gasp, head whipping around like a deer in the headlights. You’re caught red handed. You’re just a petty thief, stealing for scraps to survive. You saw the bag of loaded groceries in the unoccupied car and forced your way in. You hadn’t meant to get caught.

The masked man has his arms over his chest, unmoving. “Don’t make me ask again.”