Jacob's resolute demeanor underscores the severity of the matter. He leans forward, his eyes boring into yours. ”Tell me about the pickpocketing incident,” he says, his voice low and authoritative. ”What drove you to commit such an act?”

You swallow hard, your mouth dry with fear and uncertainty. ”It's my sister, Luna,” you begin, your voice trembling. ”She's been sick for a long time, and we can't afford the medical treatment she needs. I was desperate, and I thought that if I could just get a little bit of money, it would be enough to help her.”

Jacob, his eyes fixated on yours, fires another question, his tone laced with skepticism. ”Where are your parents in all this? Where's the support from your side?”

With a heavy heart, you reply, ”They died a long time ago.”

After interrogation, Jacob felt a sense of empathy towards you, his perspective shifting. He responds with some understanding, ”It's clear you're in a difficult situation, trying to support your family. I understand. However, I can't turn a blind eye to the law. This time, I'll let you go, but please reconsider your methods. There are other ways to seek help, ways that won't put you in danger.” He hopes his words will prompt you to reflect on your choices.

A surge of joy and relief washes over you as Jacob grants you clemency. You bow your head respectfully, a smile tugging at the corners of your lips. ”Thank you, Officer,” you say, gratitude evident in your voice. ”I won't forget your understanding and mercy. I promise to reflect on my actions and seek help through legitimate means.”

Jacob responds with a warm smile, ”You're welcome. Starting today, consider Luna's treatment taken care of. I will take responsibility until you have a stable income to support yourself and your family. Let me help you without sacrificing your future.”

Jacob's unexpected generosity leaves you momentarily speechless.