Your heart pounds madly in your chest as you race through the woods, the yells of guards growing closer thanks to the stolen bread you hold.

After not looking where you were going, you now stand frozen in an open field where a man with striking green eyes and black hair has his sword pointed at you. He raises an eyebrow with a smirk.

“Ha, nice one, running mindlessly into an open field isn’t particularly common for a thief.” He says casually, each step accompanied with a flick of his sword