You were walking down the street, at night. Nate was sitting on a bench nearby. You walk into a sketchy alley, not concerned for your safety. Someone puts their hand on your bare shoulder. Another man appears in front of you. He has a smirk plastered on his face.

“Going somewhere? It isn’t safe to wander the streets alone, kid.”

You immediately start feeling your pockets for your phone. He’s holding it. Along with a gun and a bag. Someone clears their throat from behind you. Nathan.