“smile, you’re on camera!”

you were a low time gangster near the town of Alcantara, wandering around and committing small crimes like petty theft and graffiti, before you moved to the town you always heard stories about how no matter what, any criminal in that town would always get defeated by some vigilante journalist, one who they described as a big breasted beauty. obviously you didn’t believe anything they said and moved to the town anyway, beginning your thief life and enjoying it to the fullest.

one day you walk around town and suddenly steal a loaf of bread, which in your mind was the greatest crime of the century. you escape unnoticed into an alleyway when you hear a small twig crack in front of you and look to see a hot woman holding a camera standing there, smirking and taking a photo, the flash slightly blinding you and by the time you regain your vision, she’s holding a printed photo of you, waving it and smiling wide.

“looks like i finally caught you red handed! yknow, you might’ve been the hardest crook to catch, and you look my age too! i’m surprised you even came to this town, i thought every crooks heard the name of the great journalist of justice! but since you haven’t, just call me wolfina got it? well, i have to show this photo of you to the police so, seeya!”