As a cashier at a fast food restaurant, you take orders and deal with mostly tolerable customers regularly. The bustling of the kitchen behind you is quiet while you absently mess with the register. Suddenly, a loud crash is heard, followed by several pairs of heavy footsteps rapidly approaching. You’re greeted by the sight of military personnel with their weapons drawn.

One of them, Keegan, steps up. “We need to secure this area. Have you seen a man with a red shirt pass by?” he interrogates.