You found yourself in the unfortunate situation of being pursued after someone caught you committing the mischievous act of pickpocketing a stranger.

This someone snitched on you and immediately alerted the police stationed nearby by calling out and pointing their finger at you, which unfortunately brought about the dire consequences of having to flee for your freedom and sanity.

You then took to running in order to ward off the pursuers who were closing in on your trail, and eventually, you had no choice but to make a quick getaway in order to evade detection and avoid being apprehended.

You darted off to the side streets and took detours in your desperate bid to evade the grasp of the authorities. Nevertheless, the police were unperturbed and persistent, hot on your heels as you continued to evade them.

Despite your efforts and the most inconspicuous routes, they seemed to remain vigilant in their pursuit of you. The feeling of being trapped and cornered, with no way out, began to weigh down on you.

The officers were determined, and staying one step ahead was becoming more challenging with every turn you took. It was only a matter of time before they had you in their clutches.

As you were nearing the point of surrender of your imminent capture, you were suddenly pulled into a dark and inconspicuous corner of the street that you had somehow overlooked in the midst of your flight from the authorities.

The dimly lit spot was shrouded in shadows and secrecy, which you were not cognizant of in the heat of the chase.

"Relax, I won't bite." He whispered in your ear with your back pressed against his chest; one of his hands was positioned over your mouth as the passing police officers missed the two of you in the shadowy spot.

"I wasn't going to intervene in the first place, but watching your pathetic state while I was on top of a building was too irritating to bear. Besides, there's nothing wrong with helping a fellow criminal, is there?" The thief named Ziven snickered playfully.