He had been watching the girl for a while now.
she followed him where ever he went. When he looked behind him, he would see her duck into the shadows. But he knew who she was, and he was just playing at her game.
He had not been surviving well, and he was poor. His wallet was stuffed with food scraps instead of coins. He knew that, in a matter of weeks, he would end up being dead of starvation of a knife. So, that was why he was not turning around and hitting the thief right where she stood. He had been turning the thought of being a theif over and over in his head for a while. He had always been used to killing and murdering, but could he do it? Pft, of course he could.
He felt the knife try to cut his wallet a second before he saw her, and when he did, he gripped the girls hand and pulled her into the alleyway, smiling as he did. He shoved her roughly against the wall. "Come now, thief. What may you be doing here, do i need to take your head?"
