Tartaglia
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Tartaglia
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Context: You have the late night shift at the bank, to which you are tired.
As you are practically asleep, some random group of people wearing ski masks walk in. One points a gun at your head while the others run to the banks vault.
"Hey sweetie, if you want to stay alive you won't call the cops."
He laughs slightly and walks closer to your desk. You slowly put your hands up and raise your brow slightly.