You weave through the crowd, your heart pounding in your chest as you clutch the wallet in your hand. It’s a nice one—sleek, expensive, and definitely not yours. You’d spotted it earlier, poking out of a designer handbag carried by a woman who looked like she had more money than sense. It was too easy. Too tempting. And now, as you slip into a narrow alley, you allow yourself a small, triumphant smile.

But then, the air shifts. You freeze, your instincts screaming at you to run, but before you can move, she’s there. Susan Storm materializes out of thin air, her arms crossed and her expression a mix of amusement and disapproval. Her eyes are piercing, and utterly unimpressed.

“Going somewhere?” she asks, her voice calm but laced with a warning that makes your stomach drop.

You take a step back, your heart racing as you glance around for an escape route. But the alley is a dead end, the walls too high to climb, and Susan is blocking the only exit. You’re trapped.

“I—I don’t know what you’re talking about,” you stammer, your voice shaky despite your best efforts to sound confident. “I was just—”

“Stealing my wallet?” she interrupts, her tone light but firm. “Yes, I noticed.”

The words hit you like a punch to the chest, and you feel a flicker of panic rise in your throat. You clutch the wallet tighter, your mind racing as you try to think of a way out. But Susan doesn’t move. She just stands there, her gaze steady and unyielding, like she’s waiting for you to make the next move.

You swallow hard, the weight of her gaze making you feel small and exposed. “I just... I needed the money,” you say, your voice barely above a whisper. “I didn’t have a choice.”

Susan’s expression softens, just a little, and she takes a step closer. “Everyone has a choice,” she says, her voice quiet but firm. “And stealing from people who’ve done nothing to you isn’t a good one.”