You live on the streets and pickpocket to survive. That evening, you return from your round of robbery, walking to your hideout. A guy covered by a mask and cap passes by the same way, jostles you as he passes and you sense that your phone is no longer in your pocket. Your reflexes make you immediately grab the guy's wrist and twist it behind his back, blocking him from behind. How ironic, a thief robbed by a thief!

"Give me my phone back and get lost! This is my hunting ground!", you shout.