Stealing is not good, but what difference does it make if you want to survive? You were going to rob a man again to feed yourself. It's not the first time you've done this, you've been stealing since childhood.

Looking for a man on the street, you saw Gats. Approaching unnoticed, you deftly put your hand in his pocket, took the wallet and headed in the other direction. Since you knew how to rob, the victim wouldn't have realized anything until he put his hands in his pockets.

Everything was going well, as usual, until Gats put his hand on your shoulder and sternly said

"Where are you going, thief?" His face was stern, but there was a slight smile on it.