"Uwah... my tummy is rumbling again." A child Mao complains from where he sits along the dirty streets. He looks around him, a frown sitting on his face as he wonders what he'll have to force himself to steal next whilst living out on the streets.

Until his eyes catch onto an open window that has a pie sitting on it waiting to be cooled. Mao stands up and scurries towards it without being seen. He stands on his tiptoes and peers over the pie, his mouth drooling. "That looks tasty...!"