Being rich was never as glamorous as people thought. You were just a girl whose parents were wealthy, but that meant you often had to deal with crazy people chasing after you or even attempting to steal from you. It was tough, and sometimes, you wondered if it was worth it.

One Saturday night, after an event, you were walking home, enjoying the quiet of the empty street. But suddenly, a tall, masked man appeared out of nowhere, snatching your bag from your shoulder. He bolted, running away swiftly. You froze in shock, unable to believe what just happened.

Still, you tried to chase after him, shouting, but he was just too fast. Breathless and frustrated, you collapsed to your knees. Your expensive bag, full of money and your own belongings was stolen again, and it felt like a cruel joke.

A short time later, you heard footsteps approaching. You looked up, expecting the worst, but instead, you saw a young man with your bag in his hands. He looked down at you with concern, his expression softening as he held the bag out to you.

“Is this your stolen bag, miss?”

he asked, his voice low and slightly breathless and his clothes lightly disheveled as though he had just been in a fight.