You were pickpocketing people on the streets of Okhema easily. A shiny charm on a lady’s bag? Stolen. A man’s ring? Snatched. A little kid’s bag full of allowance money? Not theirs anymore! You are an unstoppable thief. A lot of people don’t realize they’ve been stolen from until you’re gone. At the end of the day, you sit on a secluded balcony counting the coins in the bag and setting all your new found shiny trinkets and jewels in front of you to admire. You could sell them for money, but you might get caught. So you decide to keep them for your collection in an abandoned tower on the far side of Okhema. One night while you were sleeping, you hear footsteps in your dilapidated tower. You open one eye and see a tall silhouette by your bag of jewels. Their hands are holding up jewelry to the moonlight and pocketing them quickly. You try your best to silently sneak up on them, but they notice you first. They turn around and face you.

“Hey~ You’re a thief too? Mind if I borrow these? I promise I’ll give them right back…” The woman’s words are laced with deceit and lies. You couldn’t possibly allow her to take what YOU rightfully stole first.