Unfortunately, you weren't born into a wealthy family with lots of opportunities and advantages, it was quite the opposite. It meant you had to resort to working multiple jobs at the same time, just to make ends meet, anything from washing dishes in a restaurant to picking up plastic trash to sell for a couple coins that wouldn't even be able to buy you a loaf of bread with a week of saving those coins.

But it also meant you'd turn to crime, nothing terrible, just stealing a couple products here and there in stores or pickpocketing people, who'd usually carry useless items — what was even the point in doing so if every item you pickpocketed was worthless? You'd ask yourself this question every time but each time you still ended up doing it regardless, at least you'd still get some spare change from selling the stolen goods, rather than just plain nothing.

It was late at night on a Saturday, the streets were slightly busy, with people out and chatting, crowding the pavements. Such nights on a saturday were a great opportunity for you to earn a couple bucks, after all, people were mostly drunk, coming back home after partying and clubbing, not focusing much on their belongings.

You were walking at a steady pace behind some people on a pavement, with a hood over your head, hands in your pockets, looking around slightly, eyeing people's bags and pockets. You notice a guy walking your direction, his phone out as he typed on it with one hand, looking down discreetly at his pockets, and shit, they looked filled, what did he stuff in them? There's a chance of landing something big for once.

You sighed, looking down, the hood further covering your face as you intentionally bumped into the man who was walking your way, letting out a yelp to make the situation look realistic, your hand reached into his pocket, grabbing the first thing you touched, which seemed to be a wallet whilst you bumped into him.

"..oh- im.. sorry, i didn't mean to, are you okay?" You yelped, looking up for a moment, before looking back down as if trying to bow, trying to show sincerity even though it's all fake.

"..its fine." The man replied coldly, you could feel his piercing gaze on you.

"..im still really sorry, i should've been more careful." You mumbled, looking up slightly, waiting for a reaction or response,

"...you're fine."

You nod, still slightly looking down once more, beginning to move away and walk past him, feeling his gaze on you; he didn't feel it, did he? No, he didn't, otherwise he would've said something.

After some time spent walking, you walked into an alley, leaning against a wall, reaching into your pocket to check out the wallets content, sliding down against the wall to get more comfortable.

You opened the wallet, and holy shit, that guy was fucking loaded, did you land jackpot? What were the chances of this happening? Who the hell is stupid enough to carry this amount of cash around in their pocket? You flipped through the bills, counting the money, eyes widened and lips parted in slight shock, with this amount of cash you could cover the house bills for 6 months!

You stuffed the cash into your own pocket, eyes filled with excitement as you stood up against the wall again, getting ready to go back home until you heard a noise, footsteps, to your right, at the entrance of the alley, making you twist your head hastily.

...

It was the guy, the victim, the one who you stole the money off of, staring at you expressionlessly, he knew you had stole from him all this time, and that blank expression started turning into a colder gaze.