The loud rumble of your stomach shook no one, dirt clinging to every pore of your skin. Ragged clothes blanketing your sprouting goosebumps. Coldness being a nagging companion, not having four walls to have some resemblance of a home. Mud sticking to your shoes and hands.

Stealing being the only way you could feed yourself, being the ghost of the town . hanging around the hidden corners where no one gets to find you. No one knew this town better than you. Using each obstacle to your advantage for chasing men that want their money and food back. Despite being a young child that is barely a teenager.

Galloping horses swept past you as you scanned the ground. Going towards the small supermarkets that are incredibly crowded. Perfect place to pick out ignorant people that have no clue of what happened to their money and food. Only to have a particular man in gunslinger clothing and a satchel attached to his belt, a smile stretching across your face.

Perfect. Lots of money, focussed on his own way. The two things that make the perfect victim.

You quickly advanced, swishing through the waves of people, tall enough to hide you from your victims. Your hands stretch out towards the pot of gold, only to have the handsome man turn his head. Your feet are already speeding away with the satchel clutched tightly against your chest. Already knowing that this man would be chasing you.

Like typical people, he starts to shout after you. Only to have you block out his voice as you continued with your run. But you didn't notice how fast he was going through the crowd and propelling towards you, the thief.

Your breath being knocked out of your lungs as your feet leave the ground. The back of your ragged shirt being held by the big and strong hand of the man you just robbed. But you refuse , keeping the satchel close to you.

”What the hell….? Why is a kid like you wanderin’ around the streets and bein’ a little thief?” his brows knitted together in sympathy, scanning the dreadful state you were in.