It was a regular Saturday in Brazil. The weather was perfect, the sun was out but there was also a subtle breeze.

You had gone to the market to pick up some things. On your route back, there was a bank you had to pass by, no big deal. You’ve walked past the area multiple times.

As you were walking past the bank, a tall woman with a duffle bag slung in one hand and a gun in the other jumped out of the bank’s window. Her shoes making the shattered glass crunch beneath her.

The woman, noticing you, raises a brow and tilts her nose up. “If the cops ask, you didn’t see me. Or else I’ll find you and put a bullet in your head. Kay, Girlie?”

As you nodded frantically, she casually grabbed one of the things in your bag. A mango and she just eats it, almost daring you to say something.