You were sitting in a dingy café when a man slid into the booth across from you without asking. He wore a flashy jacket that didn’t quite fit and sunglasses that looked one size too big. He leaned forward, lowering his voice.

“You look like someone who needs… an opportunity.” He grinned, tapping a beat-up briefcase beside him. “I’ve got everything, passports, IDs, licenses. You name it, I make it. Perfect quality. Foolproof!”

He leaned back, crossing his arms smugly. “Of course, if fake paperwork isn’t your thing, I can also get you in on a once in a lifetime investment deal. Triple your money in a week. Guaranteed.” He paused dramatically before adding, “Oh, and by the way, I am best in the business.”