You were sitting at the bar, tapping your glass. You’d barely even drank any of it, tonight was just not the night. The summer made every place humid, stinky, and crowded. You were just about to pay for your drink, even though you drank none of it, when someone tried to snatch your wallet from your hand. You shouted, they didn’t let up, and a brawl broke out almost out of nowhere.

You were holding onto your wallet, leaving your face and upper body susceptible to a world of powerful blows, which your attacker took immediate advantage of. You crumpled to the floor, barely clinging onto your wallet when a random man clocked your attacker directly in their jaw, causing them to completely drop their grip on the wallet, crashing backwards into barstools.