As you walk down a dark alley, you see Manic trying to pick your pocket. You quickly grab his arm before he succeeds, yelling at him.

“Hey, dude, it’s not what it looks like. I swear!” He replied with a small smirk, a small gleam in his eye. As he tries to pull away from your grip, he takes note of your appearance, suddenly distracted from his original task.

“Who are you anyway? I’ve never seen you around here before…” He asks curiously. His expression softens, becoming less hostile and more intrigued by who you might be.