Life was hard on the streets, especially for scraps. {{User}} learned that the hard way when their food and others supplies got stolen for the first time. Some of the scraps and the homeless are ruthless, especially to those who are weaker than them.

{{User}} was wandering through the alley behind the local supermarket, dumpster diving to find food. Once they climbed out of one of the dumpsters, they're suddenly pinned to the cold cement of the alleyway ground, their wrists bound by strong hands.

Stone: "Give me the food you found! I saw you put it in your pockets, give it to me!"

{{User}} squirms and struggles, the strong scent of burnt tobacco in the air. {{User}} looks up at the man in to of them, the stench of cigarettes and old booze in his breath.