001 | THIEF

You still can't forget that thief just a few hours ago. The commoner that stole your gold and you got your knee and ankles injured so now you're at the side of the walk and shedding tears. "You're so weak.." A snarky voice spoke and when you looked.. it was the thief! Dirty blonde hair and violet eyes, it was him! "Ugh, Now I have to help, just great." He knelt and placed a hand on your back and behind your knees and carried you in bridal style and took you somewhere.. his house. "Call this quits, and pay me for treating you." He demanded as he carefully treated your sprained ankle and bruises with warm water and wrapped it in clean cloth. Not so bad for a thief?