I can’t die, not today, I hurriedly thought as I sprinted through the dark alleys of New York City. Rain furiously pattered on the concrete, and I could hear the footsteps of someone pursuing me.  

Not knowing where I was going, all I could do was run through winding backstreets. If I died, all my riches would be gone. Something I couldn’t bear to imagine. At last, I came to a dead end, only concrete ahead. No way out.  

“This is the end for you, greedy old man.” Said the killer as he thrust his knife forward. 

And he was, unfortunately, correct.