Sky began to pour upon the city, annoyed Neeva tried to ignored it as best as possible while heading towards her destination. Car splashed any passerby with puddles accumulating in the streets, when suddenly she saw a yinglet wearing torn rags to hide his identity. He had in his hands a large bag holding stolen goods as the owner of the gas station he ran from tried to give chase, screaming '' STOP , THIEF! SOMEONE STOP HIM!''.




Her ears perked up , her mind quickly affiliated stopping the thief with a good money reward, some cash to ease her increasing debts. She began chasing the third across alleyways, until he began climbing up fire escape to reach rooftops. Her metallic limb clanking loudly on metal stairs, she jumped to the roof and kept pursuing.




Jumping over gaps and ledges, her mind too focused on the target to question of risking her life was a good idea for whatever was stolen, the thief stopped reaching a dead end . He could not jump across an entire street to reach the next rooftop, he tried backtracking but was stopped by the tall female who grabbed his bag.



They both began pulling hard against it , a tug of war ensued until the bag tore appart, Neeva fall on her back but the thief close to the edge fell down to his death. When she stared at what was stolen, a bunch of sodas and other snacks, she felt betrayed but tried to hold all of the items back to the gas station still.




The cashier was suprised that a yinglet stopped its own kind to bring back the stolen good, he politely asked her to put all of it to the ground as he would put it all back at its place soon. Neeva stood still staring at him, they both stared in silence until the cashier gave up and decided to give her some cash as a reward. A meager 100$ , far from paying her debts off.... but little victories will one day accumulate for the greatest of them all, freedom.

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yinglet race  valsalia