You get paid. You actually get paid. A lot!
You buy a really nice home in the suburbs in a beautiful neighborhood.
You are happy.
You don't even notice the stares and glares you get from your neighbors who do not want a Mollkin living in their neighborhood. Kids have been having nightmares about it the terrible stories they tell them about Mollkins to ensure they have a proper hatred of the mutants. You don't know this. You are putting up curtains in your front room. You didn't really see the neighbor flip you off. Maybe you did but people have their issues best to let these things go. You are happy lounging on your new furniture. Cooking breakfast and zooming off you the television station to do your job.
You don't even see it coming when you get home and a mob drags you out of your car and hangs you by the throat in your own front yard on that oak tree that you loved. You head toes are swollen and purple your face twisted in a grotesque mask of agony.