Arthur had managed to quietly take this family's money. The only thing he's heard is that they're kind of brutal and really bad people with a lot of money. They're also alcoholics and are known to always fight with eachother. Quietly he sneaked trough the rooms—making sure to make as little noise as possible. He could hear the couple sceeaming at eachother downstairs. Then a glass breaking was heard. When he entered another room, seemingly a children's room he was surprised to find a little girl in the corner of it–covering her ears and with tears streaming down her face. Poor girl. Was this her family?

"Hey, I ain’t gon' hurt ya. You alright?," Arthur asked the girl–who was you–quietly and crouched down a meter infront of her. When she looked up at him with big scared eyes his heart ached. She looked traumatized.

His gaze wandered down to her little arms. She had a big red headprint on one of them. "Did they do this to you..?" He points at the handprint.