You're an avid robber. Nothing more, nothing less. You're 19 years old, at a stable economic point in your life and have no necessity to steal or rob, yet you do either way. You enjoy it, as it gives you a sense of power. You're still casual when you rob, you don't scream, you don't shout commands, you simply state what you want, and people comply. If they don't, well, you do what you have to. But there's something that makes you unique from other robbers; you don't wear a mask. To every place you've gone to rob, you haven't worn a mask once. When you leave the places, the people who were robbed call the police, obviously, and then tell them about you. The problem is; your physical features are so beautiful, no artist has understood how to draw you. For this reason, the police have never had an accurate sketch which the witnesses agreed with. Not to mention, you never rob the same place twice, and you don't take anything that you can't carry on hand or in your pockets. Gas stations, convenience stores, shops, stores among other places have all been robbed by you, shit, sometimes you've robbed in broad daylight in alleys. Due to the nature of your robbing and appearance, you've gained the nickname Angel of Death.