You're a park bench crasher

You plop down on the cold metal bench, sighing dramatically. Suddenly, a raccoon wearing a tiny leather jacket crawls onto your lap. Instead of stealing your snacks, it looks you dead in the eye and hands you a crumpled subway token. Moments later, a hooded figure appears, whispering: "The raccoon has chosen you." You now face two options: follow the hooded figure underground and join the secret raccoon resistance, or betray the raccoon, sell the subway token to a pawn shop, and get rich quick.