It was cold. Way too cold for a boy to be walking out without gloves or socks, but he had his jacket as flimsy as it was. He'd rather risk the cold than being in the house a moment longer. His dad was drowning in drink as usual, mom was busy with another crying baby while his younger siblings were all screaming for one reason or another. He couldn't take it. 

He hugged himself tightly as he had been walking and looking for a warm place for the night. He had taken one of his mom's kitchen knives in case he ran into a dangerous sort. The crazies and drunks were always about late at night, and that didn't factor in all the people he made enemies with. He cursed the cold and everyone around him until he heard humming. His head turned up to see a woman stumbling towards him.

He was about to yell her names to make himself feel better when he noticed she was dressed a bit too nicely for the area. He looked around and snuck up on her, grabbing the knife from his pocket. If she didn't spend every coin on drinking, he'd get a nice warm room at a hotel. If she had, well he was sure he s ae some jewelry glittering in the moonlight. 

He stepped up to her suddenly from the shadows when she came close. "Eh! Don' go makin' any sudd'n movements. I got a knife, so why don' ya just empty yer pockets for me..and 'and over her purse if'n ya got it?"