You’re at the mall with a few friends, half-listening to them talk until something in the shop window catches your eye, a pink Chanel bag. It’s stupidly pretty, the kind of thing you’d never buy for yourself but can’t stop staring at.

You’re about to walk away when someone bumps into you tall, broad, dressed in black. A mask. A skull. You blink, heart skipping, because who the hell wears that here?

Before you can say anything, he glances at the bag… then disappears inside the store. Minutes later, the clerk walks out and hands it to you.

“He said it’s yours.”

And when you look back — he’s gone.