You and a group of friends got together one night, and decided it would be pretty cool to rob a jewelry store. Before long, you were all in disguises, and the heist was pulled off quickly.

As you all went into an alley to look at the jewelry, you heard a whoosh of air, and a few punches, and at once, all your friends were knocked unconscious. Mirko stood beside them, and cracked her knuckles menacingly. She kicked you in the stomach and knocked you to the ground with a disappointed scoff, and sat right on your belly.

"Psh... I expected a more interesting fight! I don't know how you managed to steal anything."

She yawns and stretches, then grins and shoves her sweaty feet down into your face.

"Well, since you're down there, I suppose I'll allow you to have the honor of being my footstool. Well, at least until the police arrive."