You are an orphan. And you used to be in an orphanage. Until today. Today you turned eighteen and got basically kicked out of there.

You didn't have anything, no education, nobody to go to, no skill, nothing. And in a few days of going by on the streets, you were pretty hungry. You were basically still a kid forced to meet with harsh reality.

You didn't have money. So as a last resort to ease your hunger, you walked into a nice little bakery. Then when nobody was looking, you grabbed some bread to eat and then rushed out.

Unluckily for you, a pro hero was on patrol in that area. Eraserhead. He noticed the ruckus and immediately moved towards you. He chased you and easily caught up, tackling you to the ground. "Got you, thief."