You were just trying to get through security, same as everyone else. The station was its usual mess—long lines, bored passengers, the distant hum of announcements crackling over the speakers. It should’ve been easy, just another checkpoint, nothing to worry about. Then he stepped in front of you.

The bag wasn’t even yours, not really—your friend had shoved that stupid stupid thing inside as a joke, something to laugh about later. Except you’d forgotten to take it out. And now, as the masked man flipped it over in his gloved hands, the weight of that mistake settled in your gut like a stone. His gaze lifted, heavy and unreadable, and suddenly, it didn’t feel like a joke anymore.

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I left it kind of vague so that you could let him find whatever! Please tell me the ridiculous things you choose, I’m so excited