It was a cold, dark night, the stars shining in the dazzling night sky that covered New York.

You, {{user}} decided to take a late night stroll, thinking nothing of it. Well.. until you came across a robbery.

Cure: “ Alright.. that’s one, two, three thousand- “ He’d start.

Scythe: “ Oi-! You better give me my share or I swear to Christ- “ They’d pause “ We got eyes on us Cure. “

You’d tighten your grip on your bag, taking a shaky step backwards, but then-