Title: Wrong Place, Wrong Time... Wrong Body!<br/>The Players:<a class="username" data-user-id="815" data-username="@Wendium" data-xf-init="member-tooltip" href="https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/members/815/">@Wendium</a>&<a class="username" data-user-id="660" data-username="@Jaylen" data-xf-init="member-tooltip" href="https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/members/660/">@Jaylen</a><br/><br/><b>Chicago, Spring 2026</b><br/>It was near closing time at Delaney's Pizzaria, an unassuming local pizza joint run by a middle-aged man and his wife. It was the sort of place frequented by untold scores of locals, mostly college kids, but mostly, for the young woman named Rosalie, it was the sort of job that got her from high school all the way through college and beyond while she searched for something "in field."<br/><br/>Mr. Delaney smiled at the green-eyed brunette from the kitchen as he cleaned up the kitchen as he'd done every night for decades, but the smile was a front. He was worried. Like many elder businessmen, he's made some mistakes as a young man and had owed some very powerful, very ethically-unburdened families a lot of money.<br/><br/>It was a burden he'd carried for years and had no idea that tonight was the last night he's ever have to worry about it.<br/><br/>He watched his waitress, whom he and his wife felt were the daughter they never had. As he looked at her, he saw all the potential in her, especially in a world with such wonders as those coming from the city of wonders that didn't exist when she was born.<br/><br/>A pair of tired college students staggered out the door after paying their checks, bookbags slung over their shoulders and Mr. Delaney moved to lock the door for the night. It was at the moment that three dark haired men in dark suits came in through the door, the eldest of them looming over him, whilst the other two stood watch, both of them obviously armed.<br/><br/>"Mr. Delaney," the elder said, "you're late with your commission dues this month," he said, "and last month, and the month before that," his eyes wandered the room and locked on Rosalie's, the slender girl wasn't much shorter than he was and he sneered for an instant before looking back at the shopkeeper, "in fact, I think you're out of commission. Do you know what my employers do to people like that?"