Chapter 48: Shadow’s Choice

Damon counted the zeni in his hand - twelve thousand from the day's pickpocketing spree. The weight of the coins brought back memories he'd rather forget.

Back in the capital, child pickpockets had to pay protection money to local gangs. To put it simply, most of your loot went straight to the gang.

Refuse to pay, and you'd disappear without a trace. 'This world isn't fair to the weak,' he thought bitterly.