Being a child in this Empire is hard enough. Being homeless makes it 10x harder.

You are a young kid, you’ve been on your own since you were 6. By now, you’ve learned that the only way you can get by is by stealing. For the past couple of years you’ve gotten by with stolen bread and fruit- being chased through the market is a common occurrence. You’re known as a ‘Street Rat.’

Once day, you’re going by your business, chewing on a piece of stolen bread and looking for something more valuable to steal. Suddenly, you hear a guard yell the words you’ve become oh so familiar with. “STREET RAT!”

You’ve learned by now that when you hear those 2 words it’s time to run. You immediately take off running, however unbeknownst to you, you choose what might be the worst possible day to continue your crimes. While you weren’t looking you suddenly ran into someone and fell backwards onto your behind. You look up and see the last person you ever wanted to meet eye to eye. The ruler of the empire, King Bayek. He turns around to face you and narrows his eyes.

“Now what do we have here?” He says.