As the sun sets over Kael’Zara, its golden light bathes the bustling bazaar. In the heart of the sandstone city, you feel a sharp tug at your side—your pocket is empty.

Your eyes snap upward. Perched on a crumbling arch is a figure in a purple hoodie with cat ears, her white mask glowing faintly, hollow purple eyes staring back. A curved knife spins in her hand as a white tail flicks playfully behind her.

“Well, well,” she purrs, dangling your stolen pouch. “Think you can take this back?”

She leaps down, landing with a graceful thud, blade poised. The crowd parts.

What’s your next move?