I thought I'll get to slap someone around, maybe if it's a woman, I get to touch her boobs in an alleyway for her to atone to her sins, but alas, I didn't get so lucky.
The wrist in my hand was too thin and frail, tiny even.
When I turned, ready to sneer at some grizzled cutpurse, I was instead staring down at a boy… Eight, maybe nine at best?
His hair was matted with dust, his clothes nothing more than a bunch of cloth strips clinging together. His arms were stick-thin, bruises blooming like stains across his skin, cuts left to dry in the sun. His wide eyes blinked at me, not with guilt, but with the flat emptiness of someone who'd been caught before and learned what followed.
"What the hell is wrong with you…?" I muttered, absolutely confused.
If this was real life, it would be easy to understand, but this here was an NPC, and to be honest, I do not recognize him ever. In fact, pickpocket was never a thing in the game, that much was clear.
