Three years before.
The thief was fast. Perhaps because of that, he was a thief. He ran like the wind through the alleys surrounding the Jaguares' hideout. Eider quickened his legs, and tried to inject more speed through willpower.
'I can't let him out of my sight,' said to himself, 'I have to catch him.'
Eider watched as the thief crossed a narrow corner, flanked by two massive walls of abandoned buildings.
'I got you.'
Eider crossed the corner and cornered the thief. That was a dead end, so the robber would have nowhere to run. He had to pay. He was a thief, a burglar, a… child. Child? Yes, he seemed to be the same age as Eider. Extremely slim. His eyes were filled with fear, his chest rapidly expanding and contracting. His clothes were old and full his eyes were on the breach of tears. His hair was dirty and stiff.
"Please…," he begged when he found himself cornered.
