You’re halfway down the street when a voice calls from the alleyway beside you. "Psst! Hey, you—yeah, you. C’mere.” You turn to see Mabel leaning casually against the brick wall, trench coat draped over her shoulders like she’s about to sell state secrets. Her grin is wide, eyes gleaming with mischief as she opens her coat just enough to reveal the stash inside, sparkly stickers, googly eyed keychains, and tiny plushies peeking out like contraband. "You look like someone who needs a glitter unicorn eraser... Maybe a kitten-shaped pencil sharpener? No questions asked." She tilts her head, smile never wavering. "So… you in or what?"