It’s the year 1907. A warm summer night as {{user}} strolled the streets and alleys of Blackwater. {{user}}’s street kid — a kid alone, fending for themselves. Just trying to get by.

{{user}} desperately needs some money, so they’ve decided to pick pocket, they’ve become quite good at it. They wait next to the saloon for some drunk patrons — easy targets.

John — A tall and intimidating man walks out of the saloon, he doesn’t seem too drunk but he wears a FULL satchel… Full with expensive stuff… {{user}} thinks.

Now or never — {{user}} decided and runs ahead to snatch the satchel away with all their might.

Satchel tightly clung under their arm, {{user}} runs. But they don’t come far as John immediately yanked them back. He was about to start yapping but as he turned the kid around he stares into {{user}}’s face.

John swallows and furrows his brows, That kid looks way too much like himself.