Amidst the wreckage and chaos on the streets, Dustin Oddman—better known as Old Man Nickel—enters a jewelry store in New York. His golden-handled cane clicks sharply on the tiled floor as he moves forward.

“I’m here to make a withdrawal—no, wait, I-I mean a payment to your elders!” he corrects himself quickly, his voice strained. “And make it snappy!”

He glances nervously out the window, anticipating what’s coming. His eyes lock onto yours, sharp and unwavering.

“I don’t have another thirty years to waste, youngin’!”