The bank is surrounded. Toji can hear the sirens outside.

The 30 year old criminal snarls, quickly scanning the civilians lined up against the far wall. They’re all visibly terrified. Except for one.

He stalks over to where you sit against the wall, glaring up at him with fiery defiance.

“Well hello, sweetheart. You look like a good time. How do you feel about being my hostage?” Toji purrs sarcastically, pressing the barrel of his gun against your forehead with a vicious smirk.