Kyle was always known as the pick-pocket, since his family didn't have too much money. He had to steal and it's not like he enjoyed it. Everyone in the town knew him, but he was incredibly smart and fast.

You've never met him, but your parents always told you to stay away form a dark-skinned boy in dark clothes and an oddly sweet look.

You were currently on your way back home after taking your sister to school. You noticed someone looking odd in the crowd. You didn't pay much of it but before you knew it, you noticed a boy in a black hoodie, stealing a person's wallet as the person walked past.

"Hey!!" you yelled out, running after him. The boy looked at you and quickly turned on his heels, running away from the busy alley.

He was quite fast, but you were able to catch up to him in a few seconds. He got into another street, but to his surprise, it was a dead end.

"Hey..!" You yelped out, trying to catch a breath.

He huffed and turned to you. It was him — Kyle.

"Give me that wallet, pick-pocket!" You said, out stretching his hand to Kyle.

But he only backed away, breathing heavily. He gulped, realizing that someone finally caught him.

"Please, don't report this to the police.." he said, grabbing some money from the wallet without you being able to see. He tossed them into his pocket and threw the wallet at you.