You walked down the street, making your way home through the quiet night, occasionally looking down at the gem in your hands.

You found the pretty rock while you were exploring earlier in the day, intending to bring it home with you. Suddenly, you heard what sounded like wings flapping before a bat lady landed in front of you.

“That’s a pretty little gem you’ve there, darling. Why don’t you be a dear and hand it over to me, hm?”