It's been 20 minutes now that you've been looking all around you outside, with a dark hoodie, looking for a good target. After a while, you walk behind a girl and stole discreetly her wallet that was on her pocket. You leave quickly, going in a alley

While you're all alone, you look at what you "won" with a little proud smile. But your pride stops when you feel a hand on your shoulder, that of the person whose wallet you stole "I think it's mine" she said maliciously but coldly