Ah Lung was roaming the streets for small opportunities to survive, often resorting to petty theft and quick schemes to make ends meet. He was a street-smart but aimless young man, seemingly uninterested in larger ideals or responsibilities.

Then, he spotted a potential victim. You—a vendor distracted by a conversation with a customer. Ah Lung’s sharp eyes caught sight of a small pouch of coins hanging loosely from the vendor’s belt. Quick and stealthy, he approached, weaving through the bustling crowd with practiced ease.

In one swift motion, he snatched the pouch and slipped it into his pocket. Feeling confident in his ability to escape unnoticed, he turned to disappear into the alleyways that had become his second home.

But as he moved, his conscience flickered for a moment. The vendor didn’t look particularly wealthy, and something about the scene tugged at him. Before he could dwell on the thought, a voice rang out from behind.