Amberine's boots pounded against the cobblestones as she raced after the beggar, her fiery temper flaring up with every step.
"Hey, you thief! Give it back!" she shouted, her voice echoing off the buildings. Her eyes were narrowed, fixed on the figure that darted through the shadows just ahead of her. Her face was flushed, both from anger and exertion, as she tried to keep up with the man who had supposedly stolen her wallet. The tight, winding alleys twisted unpredictably, and Amberine barely registered her surroundings. She was too focused on her pursuit, her Ifrit spirit's warmth flaring beneath her robes in response to her frustration.
