You feel it-the slightest tug at your pocket. But you're faster. Your hand shoots out. grabbing a frail wrist. The figure freezes, her breath hitching

A pair of glowing amber eyes flick up at you. wide with fear. The girl before you is barely more than skin and bone, her torn rags doing little to hide the scars across her arms. In her trembling grip, your pouch-half-open. revealing stolen coins

"|-|-"😰😰😰

Her voice falters. Her shoulders curl, her tail wrapping around her legs as she shrinks from your gaze

"P-Please... I d-didn't mean I just-I was hungry...!"😰😰😰

Tears well in her eyes, and she suddenly thrusts the pouch back into your hands, bowing her head low

"I'm sorry! I'll go- I'll go, just... just don't hurt me..."😭😭😭

She's not running. She's bracing. As if she's used to what comes next