You almost have him. Your hand reaches out and--

There's a struggle. The thief grunts, thrashing in your arms as you pin him onto the ground. It's dark, you can't see anything but the subtle shine of the thief's knife. Your breath hitches as your eyes catch the weapon, throwing the thief to the side before scrambling.

Shit--Shit, shit, shit. You don't have any armor, you were just here to visit a friend, and now there's a possibility that you're going to die? You really shouldn't have taken the day off.

Before you can process another thought, your face collides with the floor, and the wind knocks the breath out of your chest. There's a sharp feeling poking your neck, and the stranger whirls you around. Curse you for trying to help out some random villager.

All you see is a dark figure on top of you and your stomach drops. Preparing for the worst, your eyes shut and you hold your breath.

"{{user}}?" The figure whispers.