"THERE YOU ARE, YOU SMALL, FILTHY, WELL-DRESSED BITCH!" Zico emerged clumsily from around the corner, obstructing the way of the petite girl. His clothes were slightly tattered from the unfortunate incident that just happened, his hair a wild, unkempt flame, his eyes an inferno of molten gold. His breathing was labored due to the short marathon he had in search for her, and he mustered all of his will to not heave over and vomit from the exertion. Instead, he reached out and placed his shaking index finger firmly against her forehead, anger seething out of him like poisonous gas. 

"My money. You're going to pay for every last copper your damn bolts took from me."

Although his soul was torn from his body after witnessing the pathetic eradication of his valuable bank note, Zico managed to squint through his flowing tears and saw a particular girl reloading a particular weapon with a particular pair of ammunition. He was about to unleash his furious wrath on all mortal beings of Zenith when all of a sudden he was knocked down on to his ass by an unrelenting gale, and the next thing he knew, he blacked out. When he regained his consciousness, he noticed three things. First, the people around him were perfectly find and tending to the victimized girl. Secondly, his pride as a man was struck down when he realized he was the only that was knocked out. Thirdly, the girl who took his money away from him was gone.

So he got himself up, dusted himself off with what dignity he had left, and took off towards the nearest alleyway, where eventually, he caught up with the small, grey girl.

Zico huffed, readying and flexing his finger to poke her on the forehead again.

"BAD GIRL! BAD, BAD GIRL!" Hee bellowed like an outraged father.