[ WP ] You are a professional pickpocket . You 've just picked someones pocket only to discover that the thing you have stolen is truly horrifying .

He looks well off. Brown overcoat, black leather shoes, combed hair, and square glasses with silver frames. The crowd is flowing around us, but I see only him. There ’ s a hook between my knuckles. I flow behind him, matching his pace, moving with him, and the crowd. The hook swings into his pocket. I give it a light tug and it catches something. A little more and a plastic envelope starts to peek out. Wonder what ’ s inside. It falls from his pocket and dangles from the line and I wrap the tether around my wrist and pull it in. He doesn ’ t feel a thing, just keeps walking. I turn and head in the opposite direction. The envelopes secured with some sort of adhesive. It doesn ’ t take long to peel the top off. There ’ s a vial inside, I take it out and throw the envelope away. I hold it up to the light from the street lamp. The liquid inside is a pale translucent blue. I wrap my hand around it and keep walking. There ’ s a drunk just a little ahead of me, leaning too far when he walks. I get near and he bumps my hand. The vial cracks and cuts me a bit, spilling the liquid into the cut. It burns, and I drop the vial. The skin around my hand starts to blister. The cut turns yellow and swells outward. I close my hand, put it in my pocket and start running. People moving around me, both directions. I have to get out, I have to leave, but I don ’ t have time. I wretch into the crowd, most of it hits a blond lady. A bit of the spray peppers the people around her. She shakes her hands in the air and screams. I run past her, then my legs give. I fall to my knees. Everything starts spinning, the skin on her face starts blistering and she screams louder. I fall back into darkness.
