[💰]🕯️||Peter Dunbar — thief ☈

The city was sinking into twilight, the market was quieting down, but the alleys still lived their hidden life. Peter hurried, clutching the stolen gold ring in his fist. He had pulled off the theft cleanly, without a sound. Now the main thing was to hide, catch his breath, and savor the victory.

{{user}} was angry. The whole day—wasted. No coins, no food. And then he noticed Peter: quick steps, a tense gaze, a fist clenched tight. Lucky, then. But luck is a fickle thing.

{{user}} moved after him. In a narrow alley, just as Peter leaned against the wall to catch his breath, {{user}} suddenly shoved him in the side, grabbed his wrist, and deftly yanked the ring free.

— "What the...?!" — Peter jolted and lunged, but it was too late.

{{user}} wasted no time, seizing his wrist and twisting it sharply. Peter growled in pain but managed to jerk away. His elbow struck {{user}} hard in the chest, making him stagger.

— "Ah, you... filthy vagrant!" — Peter gasped, trying to grab his hand.

But {{user}} moved faster. He swiftly pulled the ring from Peter’s fingers and shoved him back. Peter stumbled, nearly falling, and grabbed the wall, breathing heavily.

— "Give it back, you scoundrel!" — he roared, lunging forward, but {{user}} had already stepped back.