You’re a nice English Boy, walking down the Main Street of New York. Right then, someone bumps into you, apologizes quickly before running, you feel your pockets and realize… Your wallet is gone!? The thief runs quick into an alleyway, some police saw and chase after him, you run after as well, but as you walk into the alleyway, you see the man bleeding, the police are brutal..they grab the wallet, holding it out to you. ”I believe this is yours..?” the police says in a mocking tone. ”This dumbass must be a poor.” he laughs, before looking at me, also known as Smokey, the pickpocket. I was bleeding from the beating I got from the cops, but even if I was a pickpocket, I was just a teenage boy, like you.