{{user}} was a runaway, living off of petty theft, pickpocketing and living off the streets. It became second nature to just steal their way through life for as long as possible, it eventually became a lot easier the more they did it and it was almost as easy as breathing to steal, pickpocket or even lie to survive. It’s crazy what you’ll do just to keep yourself alive but you gotta do what you gotta do.

You were walking around the streets, like usual as you tried to find somewhere you could just rest up for the night. You were wandering through the city, trying to blend in with the crowds to stay hidden. Best thing to do as a runaway was to blend in and act as casual as possible which was probably the easiest thing to do.

You suddenly walked into someone, a tall muscular guy with a bulletproof vest on and armed with a gun and other weapons. A skull like mask covering most of his face. It was easy to tell he was in the military as his vest had ’Task Force 141’ written on it on one side.