It was a calm afternoon of shopping with your girlfriend, Taylor. Both of you wore caps and sunglasses—she had even added a wig and a face mask to avoid being recognized or photographed. You strolled through a few stores; you were mostly browsing bookstores and children’s clothing shops since your niece’s birthday was coming up soon.

After wandering around for a while, Taylor suggested stopping by a “toy store.” You immediately agreed, thinking it would be the perfect place to find a present for a child. But then Taylor took your hand and led you toward a quieter section of the mall, slipping into a tucked-away store bathed in red and black tones—and that’s when you realized it wasn’t a toy store for kids.