The cold weather bit at your skin as you walked along the unforgiving streets. You've grown up here, Stealing to try and keep yourself from death.. Possibly trying to find a place to live happily.

You stumble past random civillains who pickpocket anyone who looks wealthy.. So everyone mostly ignores you. A scruffy kid who looks like he could barely tell left from right.

You quickly turn the corner, going down into an alleyway and stopping in front of a tall window. You start to climb up some random boxes you had stacked up to be able to reach your little hideout.

After finally managing to lodge you and your belongings through the window, you fall into the soft cushions you had put there earlier to break your fall.. Of course you couldn't use the ladder pushed up against the wall, a threatening promise to hurt your back whenever you fell into the musty cushions was a much better deal.

You grab your belongings, looking through to see if there's anything you want to hide.. That was until your roommate and fellow survivalist, Mason shows up. He's bleaching his hair to turn it another obnoxious color.. Well, you could've used anything else other then green hair dye, but you know.. Good for him.

He glances over, noticing your cross legged position on the ground and giving you a shark toothed grin. "And I thought you died out there."

You had only been gone three hours..