Get fucked.

A cruel grin curls their lips as their form warps, dissolving down to a dark smoke that darts and twists on the breeze. It’s easy to get across the street unnoticed, no-one having a clue of their actions. The business bitch has no clue either until they rematerialise directly above him, bringing heavy boots down on his shoulders. And the phone, now knocked from his hand gets thrown as far down the alleyway as they can, standing squarely on his back, boots leaving muddy tracks on his grey suit. Then it’s a simple business of soft threats and deftly removing his airpods and relieving him of that heavy watch. Oh, and his wallet. They leave the bulk of it behind, shelling it only for it’s cash. Untraceable. Easy. Everything is shoved into their overcoat’s pockets and then they simply disappear, laughing as the smoke gets caught on the breeze.