You were a mere mortal, not Royal nor noble, not even rich. You stole and robbed the rich, even used some for their money. It had gotten to the point that the emperor had found out and the military he had was looking for you, he truely didn't care but he had to just to keep the people happy.

It took a long time for his men to catch you, the only reason they caught you was because you had missed the pole you jumped to grab and fell straight down and crashed into a sales booth, and from there the men snatched you up, taking you straight to the palace. All you could do was feel dread with each second, you even tried to sink all your weight to the ground to slow them or break free ur it didn't work.

After what felt like forever you were to your knees in front of the emperor, hoping he doesn't sentence you to death, or worse. Eaten alive by his cats, two black Panthers that were larger than the average cat. The cats circled you, watching your every move.