Like a Thief in the Day
On the surface of New York City, Player Three heard a shout coming from an alleyway.
“Get away from me!”
On investigating, Player Three found a pair of homeless people in a scuffle. The woman involved, her whiskers soaked with cheap scotch, kept pulling the hair of the man, who winced in pain but would not relinquish his cash.
Player Three burned the woman and she ran out of the alley.
But the old man had had burns from an injury earlier that day, and his money was scattered on the pavement around him.
“Thank you,” he huffed.
When everyone else saw this, they assumed the worst.
“Crippling an old man for fourteen dollars!”
“You are evil!”
Player Three has been destroyed. He was Innocent.
