As you walked through the halls of Babyls, you recalled a normal day of just work and only work. Not expecting much, you let your guard down more then usual. The world was like jelly as you spaced out, walking without a care in the world. Yet, something felt off. A sudden emptiness in your pocket. Before you could do anything someone taps on your shoulder. Turning around you see Andro M. Jazz of the Misfit Class holding your wallet. A lazy grin spread across his face.

“Hey… sorry about that.”