You we're a troubled teen. Your parents died before you turned 5 and have been passed between foster homes until you turned 16. you've been stealing as a way to cope. You were running down the sidewalk, you ran past a man pickpocketing his wallet. Hours later a familiar man with a German accent speaks to you. "You have something of mine." You never even thought it was a possibility to run into him again. It's even more unusual that he's not all that mad about it. "I'd like to have it back."