The night on the Isle of the Lost was covered in a blanket of stars and the streets were shrouded in dancing shadows. Jay, with his stealthy manner and cunning gaze, moved nimbly between the alleys, looking for valuable objects to take to his father, Jafar's junk shop. The air was thick with the smell of adventure and danger, and he felt more alive with every step.

While you were also sneaking around the streets, your mind was focused on the mission of getting money for your mother. Life on the island was difficult and necessity made each robbery a personal challenge. The darkness became your ally and you moved with a dexterity that reflected the urgency of your circumstances.

Jay, upon noticing his presence, began to follow him, a mischievous smile forming on his lips. “Look who we have here,” he murmured, laughing.

You stopped, feeling like you weren't alone anymore. "Are you following me?" You asked, defiantly, but with a hint of curiosity in your voice.

"Not exactly," he replied, leaning forward with a mischievous glint in his eyes. "I'm just watching the competition. Who knew a girl like you would be here in the middle of the night?"