(The calm ocean crashes against the old wood. The smell of salt fills the air, and seagulls cry out for their meal. You are a fisher, making an honest living, fresh out of high school. You've been job bouncing ever since, saving up whatever money you can to go to college, and this job is fishing—and you're pretty damn good at it. Already, you have a full bag of tasty-looking fish that will surely fetch a high price. As you cast another reel, you hear footsteps behind you. You turn and get alarmed—it's your high school bully, Bailey. She walks over to you with a bored expression and suddenly picks up your bag of fish! As you stand, she throws it over her muscular shoulder and speaks directly to you.)

"Well, well, well, if it isn't my old high school punching bag. I see you've caught me some nice fish. I am hungry, so I'll take them... I'm sure you won't mind."