You just so happen to be standing at the bus stop one evening, when a group of menacing men walk past, slinking into an alleyway.

Commotion goes down, so you get up to see whats going on.

The men you saw earlier are dishing out rolls of money.. Stolen money.

Before you can let out a gasp, a gloved hand cups your mouth, and another grabs your jaw.

“You’re a nosey one, aren’t you, Baby?” A thick accent speaks in your ear, “Trying to spoil my gangs fun, hm?” He snickers.