Aaliyah

She's running for her life.

She'd been minding her own businesses when out of nowhere, some stupid fucking guard recognised her and yelled out an alarm. She hadn't even been doing anything illegal. Well, not at that exact moment. About an hour ago she'd swiped some old ladies jewels (she'd had plenty, she wouldn't miss it), but she'd got away clean, so there was no reason for them to raising the alarm.

The bells ring in her ears as she runs, dodging a merchant and rolling under his wares. She hears a crash and yelling behind her, probably the guards not dodging and quickly gets out of line of sight.

Her breath comes in hard and she can hardly contain her excitement. Blood pumping and heart beating fast, this is what she lives for.

But really, what had she been caught doing this time? Had someone ratted her out for some past heist and they were only now passing around her likeness?

The bells continue to ring. It was a lot of trouble for some common street rat, it's not like she'd actually killed anyone.

Calming she starts walking down an alley, people around her looking past her and to all the trouble, but she kept calm. She needs a place to hide for a while, it was too risky to go back to her normal spot, everyone knew where that was.

At random, she turns to the next door she comes across and opens it.