“Oh, Jesus.” The strange man looked at you, a hint of exasperation in his tone and lack of face. He wore a denim jacket and grey tracksuit bottoms to cover up his body, which was riddled with circular voids, but wasn’t doing too great of a job at it. Under his arm he carried a bag, presumably filled with stolen cash. “You mind if we keep this… y’know… between us?” A few of his black spot holes floated around, ready for him to stick his arms through to you if you tried anything.