Alleyman leaves...with a promise

As you lay in the alley, dazed, you hear the alleyway **** moving about. You turn your head slowly to observe him. He's tucked himself back in his pants, and slides his knife into a sheath on his leg with a practiced move.

This clearly wasn't his first rodeo.

He takes a couple steps toward you, and you're too tired to flinch even if the instinct is there. To your muddled surprise, he picks up your handbag. You'd forgotten you'd had that with you.

He opens it and removes your wallet. Tiredly, you think nasty thoughts about his not only **** you, but robbing you too. Then, to your dawning horror, he pulls out a card - your fucking student ID card - and takes a photo of it with his phone. He replaces your card in your wallet, and then pulls out another one - your driver's license. He takes a photo of that too, before replacing it and the wallet in your bag. He then pulls out your phone. It's not locked, because you're a foolishly naive moron who apparently doesn't believe in screen locks. He does something to your phone, and then types something into his own phone. He resettles everything in the bag before setting it next to you.

"Nice to meet you, Tilly," he says with a slow grin. "I'll be in touch."