”Really?” You mutter as you realize your wallet was stolen by that dog you were petting, It was that guy, with the music, no way a dog would steal a wallet without being brainwashed.

You walk into a nearby tavern, hoping to find the man, but you’re without luck, that is, until you hear music coming from a back alley.

You head down it and see the man playing music on his accordion.

When he sees your angry face he plays dumb.

“What? Why so mad? I don’t have a dog.” He smirks at you.