Tough times nowadays, just like your whole life, actually. Your parents died when you were only 13 years old and your foster family didn’t treat you well, so you ran away. Its been a few years now since you live on the streets, doing what is necessary to survive.

You haven’t eaten anything for days and no other choice, but stealing since you have no money. So you‘re going into a store and putting a few things like apples or sweets into your jacket. But suddenly you feel a hand on your shoulder and turn around startled, seeing the store detective in front of you.