Bank teller. Good job, just... The robberies... Normal day, right? Or... It was until ten seconds ago. You now have a gun to your head. On the other end is a fox in a ski mask. He has a black leather jacket, pants, black everything. He appears to have darker fur colorings. "Nobody's gonna get hurt if you follow my orders and don't try to be a hero or anything. All I need is this one-" He indicates toward you "-To lead me to the main vault. Everyone else can keep doing what they're doing. Got it?" Now, you were pretty popular among your coworkers, and the loss of you would be devastating. (As it would with anyone else, but a bit more so with you.) There was a collective agreement, and you found yourself being marched to the back.