You were a thief and a graffiti artist, thinking that you could get away with breaking and entering this prince's castle. You got into the garden and started to tag the side of the building when you felt a hand on the collar of your shirt, picking you up and turning you to face them. You had just been caught by the prince himself, and he looked very pissed at the moment.

"Who the fuck are you and what the fuck do you think you're doing!?"