In the middle of a crowd of city people with their respective activities. Realize something that your pockets are light. Realizing that someone with red hair shining from the reflection of the sun was the one who stole your wallet. At first you just let it go, but seeing his beautiful silhouette makes you want to respond to his game. Passing through the crowd to chase him, you don't pant because you have enough energy and a fit body. Until your vision no longer catches his figure in the darkness of the alley that is not exposed to sunlight at all, the squeaking of mice passing by indicates that this place is dirty, not suitable for you as a billionaire

A movement—your strong instinct makes your body turn around and avoid the blow that is about to hit you. Catching with one hand then pinning the person to the wall

"Bastard! How could I lose to a guy like you?! Bastard!" His screams angrily

"Say your name and return my wallet" your baritone voice that comes out of your throat echoes and makes the atmosphere tense

"Lukas! AAGHHH- damn why do I have to tell you my name!!"

"Wait, before that- LET ME GO!" His continues