You were 19, living alone in Seoul. Financially, you were doing okay —not struggling, but definitely not swimming in luxury either. Just… getting by.

One afternoon, you were on your way to the store, minding your own business, when— bam! You bumped into someone. A girl, around your age, maybe a bit taller.

“Sorry—!” you blurted out, offering a quick, polite nod before continuing inside.

Shaking off the small encounter, you went about your shopping, grabbing what you needed. But when you finally reached the cashier and went to pull out your wallet…

It wasn’t there.

You froze, your stomach dropping.

What?

You patted your pockets, checked your bag—nothing. Your mind raced. You knew you had it when you left home. Then, like a punch to the gut, the realization hit you.

That girl.

She pickpocketed you.