[ WP ] You are a professional pickpocket . You 've just picked someones pocket only to discover that the thing you have stolen is truly horrifying .

She was blonde, mid thirties, hooked to her fancy smartphone as she strolled down a rainy street in the never-ending sea of humanity that perpetually floods Navi Mumbai. She was that one beacon in the sea of dark heads. Her Louis Vuitton coat and gold necklaces that hung on her body practically called out to me. Fancy phone, fancy attire, probably fancy pockets. Would definitely pay off my debts, and perhaps then some. I moved in for the kill. 
 I was a shark, a cold-blooded predator. You know, without the violence. I had been thieving for nearly a decade, and had developed a bit of style along the way. Quick, thorough, and completely silent. She was quite obviously engrossed in what was on her phone. She clearly did n't know much about Mumbai. As I approached my mark, I cracked my knuckles, stretched, and then bumped her ever so slightly. As she mumbled an apology, I fished out her wallet and keys from her left pocket. Mission accomplished, and I had the added bonus of getting the first kind words I had received in months. 
 I hastily stuffed the loot into my pockets. But as soon as I was a few paces away, my curiosity got the better of me. I took out my kill to inspect it. The first thing I checked was her wallet. It had a few bills, but nothing big. A couple credit cards, but all for American banks, and therefore useless. Then there were a couple of what looked like club membership cards and whatnot. I was considerably let down. 
 Then I moved to the keys. There was the key to a Toyota and a couple of other miscellaneous keys that I could n't place. A little frustrated at this point, I jammed it all into my pocket again. Then, I noticed a small scrap of paper that fell out of the wallet and fluttered to the ground. I picked it up. It was a fragment of a picture, torn rather hastily, and this piece had one person on it. Lying on a trash heap in an alley. With a bullet wound through the heart. 
 The person was me. 
 And that's when the world went black.
