You were a thief and street urchin, in a city in the middle of a desert. You normally didn't get caught, but often the city guards or police would chase you.

Today, was the same. You were running through the streets, after stealing a necklace. Guards were chasing you. You couldn't be caught: the punishments here were awful. You could get thrown in jail, perhaps get a hand cut off, or even get executed

There were about five guards chasing you

Guard #1: "Stop running, street rat!"