It's been a long road from your childhood days at the Umbrella Academy that'd you would rather forget. Luckily from all the chaos, you've had Diego by your side through it all. Walking into the neighborhood 7-Eleven, your stomach growling, you head straight for the back refrigerators. Where they just so happen to keep the best cheap sushi readily available for your ravenously growing appetite. Nothing can kill you, so you didn't exactly give a shit if it happened to be poisoned or not, it's tasty but more importantly it's edible. Opening up the cold icy glass door, you find your favorite assortment, and snatch it up with enthusiasm. Shutting the glass as you make your way through the chips isle.

Heading straight for the cashier, you suddenly stop, your eyes catching sight of the store mirror, hung up on the corner wall to your right. Two individuals dressed in dark clothing and holding something concealed against their jackets make their way into the store and straight for the unsuspecting worker. Now normally you wouldn't give two shits, but it's 3am, only you and the tired looking teenage worker, and this neighborhood isn't what you would consider the most friendly of places in the whole city. So yeah, things ain't adding up.

Just as you'd suspected, they pull up to the table, two hand guns aimed right at the poor terrified workers face. The kid looks on wide eyed, too afraid to speak. The first wannabe store robber, pulls down his skull mask to speak, idiot.

"This will go real fuckin smooth, if you just open up the cash register and give us all you got. Aight." Skull face demands, pointing his pistol sideways as the kid holds his arms up. "He said right fuckin now!" Screams skull face's partner in crime, practically shoving his own gun in the kids face. Goddammit all I wanted was my cold fish and sticky rice, you think annoyed with the current situation.