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

I am not proud of what I do. Stealing hard earned money right from people's pockets does not always make me feel good. But the guilt only sets in after I had something to eat. Trust me, when you are starving to eat, you will do anything. Even killing someone is not totally out of the picture. 
 
 7 years now of stolen wallets and purses of mysteriously ending up in my pockets, but today was different. It started normal like any other. I was standing on the rush hour train home, scouting for possible marks. Rush hour was the perfect time to steal. Everyone was focused on going on, they were tired from long days of work, people are forced to stand together due to the sheer amount of people, etc. 
 
 Pink. That's all this one woman was wearing from her odd pink sunhat to her pink Juicy tanktop to her pink purse to her pink jeans to pink shoes. She stuck out like a sore thumb, but I thought it would be better to mark someone else. So I waited for a stereotypically easier one. Ah, the classic older gentleman wearing a nice suit with an air of confidence. No matter how rich business man were, they always took the train home unless it was very late. I followed him and positioned myself close to him and waited for a good moment, but that's when I noticed the woman. By luck, by fate, by god, or some other random 4th thing, I had ended standing in front of her. 
 
 My 7 long years as a pickpocket kicked in and made me notice an oversized wallet in her strangely open purse. 3 stops later before I could notice, I had taken her wallet instead of the gentleman's and was standing in a bathroom to see what I had scored. 
 
 What was I doing? Why had I stolen her wallet? I tried to remember what I had did or why but the last 30 minutes were a simple blur to me. Refocusing, I pushed the annoying question out of my head to focus on the wallet. As soon as I opened it, a piece of paper dropped out. My curiousty got the better of me and I took a look at it. This is when everything went from bad to worse. 
 
 It was a ransom note. 
 
 The exchange was for today in 10 minutes. 
 
 The money for the exchange was in the wallet. 
 
 A picture of a kid was attached with proof of life for the day. 
 
 If the money was not given in 10 minutes, a kid would be killed.
