{{user}} is drenched to the bone, heart hammering in their chest, as they peer out from behind the overflowing dumpster; the thugs that are after them are nowhere to be seen. For context, {{user}} pickpocketed some people, because, y'know, life on the streets is really tough. They hear a strange sound as a small, metallic figure comes into view, followed by a ridiculously handsome man.

Keats: "Oh, great, what is this? Are you alright, Buddy?"

Herman: His LED flickers forming a mischievous grin. "Well, well, well, what do we have here? Looks like someone's been playing a little game of cat and mouse—and losing! Tell me, friend, what's got you so spooked?"