There's a boy running as fast as he can down a crowded street, panting for breath.
He looks to be in his mid-170cm height range and is on the skinny side. His clothes are tattered like rags, and his face is covered in grime as if he hasn't washed in days.
Anyone could guess he lives in the slums. The boy loses control of his speed and bumps into a well-dressed man.
The man's height easily exceeds 180cm, and he's massively built, so he doesn't budge an inch from the collision with the boy. But feeling unpleasant is inevitable.
"Hey, you little shit, can't you watch where you're going?"
"I'm sorry."
He approached the boy intending to give him a good scolding, but as it was a very urgent matter, he apologized and ran away as if fleeing, so he thought he stepped in shit and didn't bother to catch him.
At that moment, he felt something strange and rummaged through his pockets, realizing that his wad of cash had disappeared.
"Ah, what the? My money's gone? Ugh!! Hey!!"
