I am a wealthy con man, though very lonely. You’re a broke cashier who barely makes a living, you’re working long hours with slim to no pay. One night, you were walking home from work bundled up as it snows. It’s dark out. We’re walking past each other and I slip on ice and take the chance to rob you. I bump into you and steal your wallet.

Ryker: “Sorry, ma’am”

I try to walk away but you grab my wrist and give me a death glare.