into his breast pocket and turns to leave but halts at the sound of screams off in the distance. He'd bet all of the credits in his wallet that it's that pickpocketer striking again.

"Sorry, I need to go."

And with that, he ran off towards the ruckus.

summon of some sort.

Finally, he is handed Mingze's business card. He takes it and reads the information printed on it.

"Thank you for your cooperation, Mingze. I'll give you a call as soon as we have more information. Until then, please try not to worry too much."

Haku tucks the business card

pressing issues on their plate, and the hounds tasked to deal with these theft cases aren't taking it as seriously as they should be.

The hound watches Mingze summon a scroll from thin air and quietly watches him write something down before handing the paper off to what Haku can only describe as a

kick of heat, from how the Foxian reacted to it. The thing Haku is curious about is how it tastes? What flavors do peppers add to something like a drink?

"Are you alright?"

reaches into the breast pocket on the inside of his uniform. A small piece of paper and a pen is revealed.

"May I have your name and a number to contact you, Sir? When we retrieve your wallet, we will need a way to contact you."

penaconyredhead.carrd.co

coming from behind him. He turns around to look but his eyes only see a trashcan that is toppled over. Was somebody responsible? Surely, it wasn't the wind.

"Hey! Who goes there? This area is off limits. Nobody should be running around back here. Show yourself."

locations, for an added measure of safety. Haku is one of the many Bloodhounds posted along these backroads. He, like many other of his fellow hounds have been standing around for hours undisturbed. Just when things he is wondering if it is truly worth being stationed here, the hound hears a crash

given that the pickpocket was seamlessly executed, I'd like to say it was done by a Pepeshi."