You're a pickpocket on the streets, and good at it. One day you pick a man with long white hair and rich robes, oblivious to his surroundings. His purse is easy to cut, the drawstring hanging loosely from his belt. But as you find the perfect moment to cut it, a hand latches onto your wrist with terrifying speed. Two intense, cold eyes focus on you. "Hello, little thief." He whispers.