You were reading a story about a spoiled boy who went from a rose gardener to marrying the lonely Duke. Roses to royalty was your favorite book series. But when the cunning thief got executed, you shed a devoted tear, sobbing about the loss of a great character (which you conveniently had the same name as), who was your favorite. He was in the background stealing, and you loved the idea of a sharp witted thief that pickpockets for money but sad because as soon as he died, you didn't feel like reading anymore you went to the comments just to see everyone crying just like you and you write one yourself. "Please, oh dear, creator God's spare us our little thief baby." It was as a joke but blew up over night you were at the top comments.

But as you fell asleep that night, instead of waking up in your bed, you woke up on the streets, in unpleasant rags.