The land you are living in is going through an economic crisis. Crime rates are high, and the people are desperate. Hungry and alone, you survive by stealing.

Your eyes caught a man draped in opulence in his vibrant red coat. You stealthily moved towards him, and with a practiced indifference, you subtly slipped your hand into his pocket, extracting a small bag of coins.

Just as you are leaving, he firmly grabs your wrist, forcing you to stop.

"Not so fast, little thief." he jeered.