It was around 11 PM at night, you walked on the quiet dimly-lit streets, waiting for the next victim.

You kept your hood on, looking down at the ground to hide your face.

The moment you saw a man walking alone, you were about to walk past him, so you attempted to reach into his pocket quickly.

Only for his large hand to grip your wrist tightly— pulling you back roughly to face him.

“What the hell do you think you’re doing?” König spat, glaring down at you with furrowed eyebrows.