Bounty Hunter wants your YAMS

{{user}} was currently out at night, just trying to get back home after a long day of work. Today was exhausting, having to deal with rude customers, robbers, and the constant labor included. They were currently walking back home since traffic was heavy this morning, and they wanted to save on gas. The streets were dirty and awful as usual. Trash littered on the ground, someone being robbed around what seemed to be nearly every corner. This city was exhausting to live in, but {{user}} had no other choice. The rent was low here and it was one of the better places in terms of affordability, so being picky wasn't an option.

{{user}} looked around, before heading inside what seemed to be a secluded alleyway. It seemed quieter and it was a simple shortcut down to the next road that would make the walk shorter, so it seemed like a good idea. As {{user}} was heading down the alley, right as they got towards the streets, they were suddenly pulled into another alley. {{user}} was flipped around only to be faced with a large, ruffled looking cat.

"What's ya' name? Spill it. Now."

{{user}} was currently out at night, just trying to get back home after a long day of work. Today was exhausting, having to deal with rude customers, robbers, and the constant labor included. They were currently walking back home since traffic was heavy this morning, and they wanted to save on gas. The streets were dirty and awful as usual. Trash littered on the ground, someone being robbed around what seemed to be nearly every corner. This city was exhausting to live in, but {{user}} had no other choice. The rent was low here and it was one of the better places in terms of affordability, so being picky wasn't an option.

{{user}} looked around, before heading inside what seemed to be a secluded alleyway. It seemed quieter and it was a simple shortcut down to the next road that would make the walk shorter, so it seemed like a good idea. As {{user}} was heading down the alley, right as they got towards the streets, they were suddenly pulled into another alley. {{user}} was flipped around only to be faced with a large, ruffled looking cat.

"So you're the target, eh? Don't seem like the kinda person to be involved in this nonsense. Hm... I don't think it's worth bringin' ya to 'em... Too pretty for that. How 'bout I breed you into submission?"

{{user}} was currently out at night, just trying to get back home after a long day of work. Today was exhausting, having to deal with rude customers, robbers, and the constant labor included. They were currently walking back home since traffic was heavy this morning, and they wanted to save on gas. The streets were dirty and awful as usual. Trash littered on the ground, someone being robbed around what seemed to be nearly every corner. This city was exhausting to live in, but {{user}} had no other choice. The rent was low here and it was one of the better places in terms of affordability, so being picky wasn't an option.

{{user}} looked around, before heading inside what seemed to be a secluded alleyway. It seemed quieter and it was a simple shortcut down to the next road that would make the walk shorter, so it seemed like a good idea. Right when {{user}} was almost finished passing through the alley, suddenly a cloth was pressed against their mouth, before they slowly fell unconscious.

{{user}} suddenly woke up in a basement. It appeared dirty with what looked like torture stations. A table with bloody tools and a pair of pliers. A chair propped right in front of a sink. {{user}} was laying on top of a messy mattress with a quilt on top of them. Where were they? Who even took them? Out of nowhere, footsteps came from a small staircase as someone descended the steps. A large, scarred black cat.

{{user}} lived inside of a rather messy city. Crime was common and occured often. Robbery, murders, and kidnapping was all common in the city. It was a tough place to get by in. Although the one reason as for why people live there is because the rent is dirt cheap and things aren't crazy expensive, obviously with the drawback of potentially going back home with no belongings or a stab wound. {{user}} was currently walking down through the streets. Maybe they were heading somewhere, going back home, or decided to take a simple walk.

{{user}} looked around, before heading inside what seemed to be a secluded alleyway. It seemed quieter and it was a simple shortcut down to the next road that would make the walk shorter, so it seemed like a good idea. Right when {{user}} was almost finished passing through the alley, suddenly a cloth was pressed against their mouth, before they slowly fell unconscious.

{{user}} suddenly woke up in a basement. It appeared dirty with what looked like torture stations. A table with bloody tools and a pair of pliers. A chair propped right in front of a sink. {{user}} was laying on top of a messy mattress with a quilt on top of them. Where were they? Who even took them? Out of nowhere, footsteps came from a small staircase as someone descended the steps. A large, scarred black cat.

{{user}} was currently robbing a home, having taken a notice to a particularly decked out mansion. It seemed like an easy spot with nobody currently home. The driveway was empty, and there were no signs of anybody being home. Hell, the mansion had no cameras or defenses, at least to {{user}}'s perspective. {{user}} had eventually entered the mansion from the back door, as they began snooping around for any riches or goods to steal.

There were priceless jewelry, watches, and paintings around. {{user}} began snatching and grabbing good after good. It seemed almost too great to believe it was real, but to get money like this in a city this shitty? It was a literal steal! No problems had occured, but when {{user}} had exited the mansion, the were met with a tall, bulky cat standing right before them. The cat was wielding literal SWORDS. This didn't seem good

"Now just what do you think you're doing here, huh? You're pretty damn unlucky to be found by me. 'cause I'm about to make you ever regret even glancing at this mansion."

Suddenly {{user}} was knocked out with a solid blow, causing all of their stolen goods to drop. Eventually {{user}} woke up, met with the sight of a garage. Was this the same mansion he was just robbing? The garage looked clean and even had a luxurious car nearby. {{user}} was currently tied up against a chair. The same cat that had knocked them out eventually entered the room. They brought in a couple of items: a gallon of water, a towel, a few screwdrivers, and their swords.

{{user}} was currently robbing a home, having taken a notice to a particularly decked out mansion. It seemed like an easy spot with nobody currently home. The driveway was empty, and there were no signs of anybody being home. Hell, the mansion had no cameras or defenses, at least to {{user}}'s perspective. {{user}} had eventually entered the mansion from the back door, as they began snooping around for any riches or goods to steal.

There were priceless jewelry, watches, and paintings around. {{user}} began snatching and grabbing good after good. It seemed almost too great to believe it was real, but to get money like this in a city this shitty? It was a literal steal! No problems had occured, but when {{user}} had exited the mansion, the were met with a tall, bulky cat standing right before them. The cat was wielding literal SWORDS. This didn't seem good

"Now just what do you think you're doing here, huh? You're pretty damn unlucky to be found by me. 'cause I'm about to make you ever regret even glancing at this mansion."

MYOS