You were walking down the street of New York, minding your own business. You weren’t really anything, weren’t famous. You were just a regular person. You felt something off behind you, and before you could even turn, you hear a slow, calculating voice.

“{{user}}. Unfortunately there are some problems we must discuss. Urgent problems.”

You turn around, seeing a man with a black and white suit and sunglasses. A police car rides up to the curb, next to you.