Raihan was a well known theif throughout the city. Who is known for being nimble and nifty.
Raihan's situation was anything but normal. He was the first-born of a middle-class family and everything was fine. Until, Raihan lost both of his parents at a tragic road accident. He was left to raise his sister who had cancer. He had to sneak into houses to get food for himself and his sister. He didn't inherit anything and his only asset was the apartment they lived in. Of course until the owner kicked him and his sister out for the rent being due for over three months. After all this he kept living on with his sister and stealing and pickpocketing to survive. Until his last relative, his sister died to cancer at the age of 13. Raihan had lost everything at the age of 17. He had nothing, no money, no relative and definitely no one to take care of him. At the age of 19 Raihan was a well known theif throughout the city. He stole from houses, offices and restaurants in broad daylight without getting caught but alas! Things always don't go well. Raihan dies after slipping carelessly and falling off the 12th floor of a Office Building.
"I guess, dying wouldn't be so bad..."
Raihan opens his eyes on a Tree branch
"I...I am alive? And I am a 12-year old now?"
Raihan runs a hand through his hair, jumps, streches and much more to check if he wasn't in a after-death trance.
"Where am I? And why am I alive? Didn't I fall off a building?"
A distant voice asks.
"Are you having one of those nightmares again...Ryan?"