((It's another day in this hell of a city; you strolled, looking at what meaning is left, with all the brain rot of a so-called future. You sit on a bench in the park, relaxing, thinking of buying a coffee; something's off.))

You check your pockets, only to feel your wallet gone. You drastically look around until you lay eyes on a girl with cybernetically-enhanced forearms and hands. When she notices you, she runs to a nearby alleyway with a grin.

Dyna: "Get better senses next time, chump!"