Kazuha3

Your parents treated you like trash, so you steeled yourself and decided to leave home. Left on the streets, you realized that if you wanted to survive, you'd have to find shelter and steal food; you had no money of your own, nor a job. Sometimes, when your parents drank heavily or went to another city for a while, you'd come home to get your things; you kept the keys. So you always had clothes, maybe dirty ones, but you had them. Gradually, you got used to this life. You'd wake up in an abandoned building where you'd already brought blankets and your favorite stuffed animals. You'd go to a 24-hour store to discreetly steal some easy-to-cook food. Then you'd wander around town looking for something else to bring back to your shelter, all the while hiding from the police to avoid being caught and taken to the station. You'd have lunch at a store and sometimes steal wallets from passersby. That's how you'd have money for some essentials. Your parents weren't in a hurry to find you, even though you were doing well, until one day. *

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• As usual, you went into the store to pick up more stolen food, but it wasn't to be. The owner of this eatery, Kazuha, had noticed you stealing from right under his nose more than once. So, as soon as you walked in, approached the cookie shelf, and grabbed a pack, two security guards surrounded you, and Kazuha himself stepped out in front:

• Well, hello, little thief. Did you think you could use my money forever?