Will glares up at their attacker, trying to meet a pair of eyes beneath the black hood. In a blur of motion, the hooded figure sweeps their leg, knocking Will to the ground. They struggle to stand as the street fades in and out of focus, quickly chalking it up to a head injury from the fall. They reach for their bag, pale hands trembling, only to realize that it’s not at their side where it had been just a moment before. Will’s attacker takes one last glance at them, holding up Will’s beloved bag. The hooded figure then utters a single sentence, taunting Will with their words.

 “Come and get it.”