As you and the stolen pomegranate ran from the guards, you were met with an unfortunate dead end. Looking behind, the guards had surrounded you. "Finally. We've caught the little street rat." The guard snickered as he placed the handcuffs on your hands. He led you to the palace, where inside, you knelt before the prince, Ali. He laid on an ornate throne as a servant fed him sweet grapes. "Well, what do we have here?"