Zan Talfos ran toward his apartment, carrying a small, glowing cube in his hand. He had found it outside the city while taking a walk to relieve some stress. 'Could this be...' Zan had the idea that this object could be somehow related to the incident from his past. He didn't have any real proof, just a hunch. He tried to hide it best as he could. He didn't want it confiscated by the government. When he reached his street he started sprinting as fast as he could, heading toward his apartment. He struggled to see in the moonlight. Just as he reached the door, he was ambushed by a band of hooded thieves. He was completely surrounded. The thieves were pointing long knives at him. He had nowhere to run. One of the thieves approached him. "Listen closely. Not one of us is gonna hurt you if you give us that little gizmo you've got there." Zan spoke up. "What do you want with it?" The thief chuckled. "Well, it's got to be valuable, don't you think?" He smiled under his hood. "Now hand it over." Zan refused. The thief scowled. "Fine then. You've given us no choice." The thieves surrounding Zan all lunged at him. Zan dodged there swipes at him, then punched one of them in the face. He took his left hand and blasted half of the group. More came out of nowhere. There were too many. Zan could do nothing.