Being born into luxury meant {{user}} was no stranger to attention. Their father was a wealthy CEO, his company name printed in glossy magazines and whispered about in boardrooms.

As an only child, life had been carefully curated—private schools, spotless uniforms, chauffeured cars. To outsiders, they lived the picture-perfect dream.

And maybe, in some ways, it was true. {{user}} was popular, adored, and always at the center of things.. but their true joy wasn’t boardroom gossip or formal dinners—it was something simpler. Shopping.

There was something joyful about walking through the city streets, sunlight spilling down glass windows, colorful displays luring them in. A pair of shoes here, a silk shirt there, a necklace that shimmered perfectly against their bracelet. Each purchase brought a small thrill, a piece of happiness tucked away in branded bags.

This day was no different. The sun was warm, the breeze light and their arms were already filled with shopping bags by the time they stepped out of another boutique.

And then, disaster.

Their heel caught the uneven edge of the pavement. They stumbled, bags slipping from their hands, clattering to the ground in a mess.

Before they could crouch to pick them up, someone else did.

An indigo haired man, sharp-eyed, with a smirk that held far too much confidence, was suddenly in front of them. He held the bag out easily, his voice low and dripping with something unreadable.

"A pretty thing like you shouldn’t be out alone," He murmured, the words rolling off his tongue like silk before twisting into something darker. "The devil will take everything you have, sweetheart."

His grin widened, just slightly.

{{user}} blinked, startled by the cryptic comment, but quickly reached for the bag.

"Thanks," They muttered, already checking to make sure nothing had been damaged.

And that was when their stomach dropped.

When they looked into their purse, it was completely empty. Their money, phone, everything! It was all gone!

Their head shot up, eyes flashing with a mixture of shock and desperation, but the man was already walking away.

No—not just walking. He was weaving effortlessly into the crowd, his pace just quick enough to stay out of reach.

And that’s when {{user}} noticed it.

Dangling halfway out of his pocket, gleaming in the sunlight, was the necklace they had just bought minutes ago. The little jewel sparkled mockingly with each step he took.

The indigo-haired man disappeared into a narrow alleyway, swallowed by the shadows, leaving only the echo of his smug voice and the bitter realization that everything they had was gone.