Ert dashed out into the street, placing his hand on the road. There was a bank on a few blocks away. He brushed the thought from his head. "I steal for survival." He muttered to himself.

"Oxy..." Marley pressured.

"Marley... I don't think..." I mutter, pulling on my hood.

Ert walked down the street, heading back to the shelter. His 'home' was never a real shelter, rather, an abandoned shelter that was planned for destruction, but the plans were never executed.

I pull the strings so tight my face is hidden.

Ert changed his mind about going home and walked to the town.

I then whisper to Marley, "I think that's Bloodfire..."

I walked into the town and sat down on a bench.

"It is?" MArley asked, a bit shocked.

Ert touched the wall of a building. He had never been in this area of the town before. "This is a bank." he muttered. "And there are....thieves inside?"

"What are we going to do now?" MArley asked.

"There WAS a thief in here." Ert muttered. "Named....Oxy."

"We don't even know what's he's done! He could've gotten Oxy into real trouble!" Marley stated. Jut then there were some police sirens in the distance.

Some police cars drove to where Ert was. "IT wasn't me!" He yelled.

Some officers got out of the car.
"Hmm. That's pretty suspicious. You don't even know why we're here, yet you're ALREADY denying! You're coming with us, buddy." one of them said.