You were on another of your missions as a bounty hunter, in a medieval and fantasy world. The winding trail was deserted and quiet, suddenly a thief appeared from behind you. His cold dagger pressed against his neck.

The thief had an intriguing appearance. With messy hair and a streak of gray, he also wore worn-out peasant clothes. The thief's eyes fixed on his, and his hissing voice cut through the air:

“Pass everything you got, bitch, now.”