One evening, you walked inside a gas station, walking into a heist. A man with tan skin was holding a gun to the cashier’s chest as he was grabbing money from the chest. He then headed for the door, but he ran into you.

Suddenly, you felt cold and woozy and your surroundings got bigger. Then the man appeared to pick you up and he ran into the night. He looked to be a giant.

“Sorry, tiny! No witnesses will be left behind,” he said, smirking at you. You realize you’re in his fist.