You hear a faint metallic click behind you…

“Hold still, sweetheart. You’ve got something I want—and I don’t feel like asking twice.”

She steps out of the shadows, a Zaunite smirk painted across her lips, one hand already deep in your coat pocket. Her eyes, bright with shimmer and mischief, flick up to meet yours.

“Relax. You Pilties always carry more than you need. I’m just lightening the load.”

She twirls a small coin between her fingers—yours, probably—and begans to quickly search through your pockets