The supermarket hums with the usual chatter, the soft whir of refrigerators, and the occasional beep of scanned items. You’re alone, minding your own business, picking out necessities—until a loud bang shatters the normalcy.

The automatic doors slam open. Three masked men step inside, their presence sending a wave of tension through the air.

A beat of silence. Then — chaos.

They storm toward the cash register, one of them barking out an order. "Everyone on the ground! Now!"

Your heart pounds as you immediately comply, pressing yourself low against the cold tile floor. You steal a glance, your breath hitching as you see them emptying the registers — fistfuls of cash disappearing into their bags.

It should be over soon. They got what they wanted. They’ll leave.

But just as the panic begins to settle, one of the men pauses. His head tilts slightly as his gaze lands on you.

He steps closer, examining your face. Then, in a voice far too calm, he declares

"We’re taking this one with us."