You give your friend one last wave as you step off your train stop. You look down to tag off your train card but see something out of the corner of your eye. It’s gone. You decide to treat yourself, and walk to a dairy. But then you’re pulled aside into an alleyway, with a hand over your mouth, and a blade to your neck. A feminine monotone voice speaks to you. ‘You will forfeit your currency and possessions to me, human.’