You ran away, sick of the boarding school your parents sent you to, stealing from shops and maneuvering through markets, your fingers slick and quick - grabbing and your eyes tasting at things that picked your little interest.

you had stolen a nice expensive wine, slipping down an alleyway and opening it - sweet yet bitter taste of wine, your bag slumped at your side as you took a sip, making a sour face at the bitterness but yet again the aftertaste tingled your taste buds to your liking.

That was until someone was heard walking towards you..

A older man - dressed in casual clothing with a bucket hat, he smiled gently at you.

"Hey kid, you know wine isn't the best for your age?" He sounded gruff with an English accent, you thought he was just for life advice but.. "And stealin' ain't the best either."

He pulled out a pair of handcuffs..