You were casually strolling through the night, coming back from a party. It was always dangerous to walk alone at night no matter what kind of Cookie you were, but you paused as you saw a shadow moving in a dark alleyway near the bank...

As you decide to investigate, you see two Cookies carrying bags of coins, the wall very clearly destroyed and still letting out smoke.

You reach to your phone to call the authorities, but a sharp knife threatens your jeck from behind.

"Don't. Make. A move."