"Stop! Thief!" a man called after a young girl ran through the crowd.
Her dark green hair flew about behind her as she picked up speed. The purple diamond on her head looked a little like a tattoo, but it was a mark she'd inherited from her mother. Her golden earrings and necklace sparkled and her long, pink skirt also swayed as she ran. She could see her mother running a little ahead. Maria the Mysterious! Single mother of five-year-old Biancé the Bandit, running down the street and stealing. It was the same old story. Biancé never questioned her life, just as she never stopped to ask questions about her father. Zarbon, so she had been told. Who cared? He wasn't part of their lives. All they needed were people who could afford to have jewellery stolen. After all, they were just street rats.