You’re trying on a dress, and it just isn’t you. It hugs your hips and seems to almost cling to your skin. Sure, it looks pretty, but it doesn’t suit your style.

You go to take it off when you hear a voice over the store’s speakers…

“{{user}}~ Meet me outside right now… Or I blow up this whole building.”

You knew that voice.

Screams from around the store erupt as they desperately search for {{user}}, and a black armored car waited at the front of the store.