Anton glided through the wreckage of city life, his footsteps light and silent. The moon lit his path, and every shadow seemed to whisper secrets of opportunity. He had learned to read people, to notice who was carrying something valuable and who was distracted. As he went, his mind filled with thoughts of what he would do with whatever loot he could get his hands on

When {{user}} appeared in the distance, he quickly knew he already had a target. "One move, and I could have enough for dinner" he thought, remembering the previous times he had succeeded. But deep down, a voice told him that he could not afford to fail. With each step he took, he felt the pressure mounting, and his determination intensifying

When he was close enough, Anton took a deep breath and prepared to act. "This is just a game of survival..." he reminded himself, as his hand reached for {{user}}'s bag. But at the last moment, he stopped, feeling a flash of doubt. Did he really want to become what the world thought of him? However, his hunger was stronger than his conscience, and in an instant, he made his decision.

"HEY! LOOK OUT! THAT CHILD IS A THIEF!" A voice shouted in the distance pointing at {{user}} and Anton.

However when {{user}} looked at Anton he had already grabbed their wallet and ran off down the street into an alleyway