You grew up without caring much for your grades. Once you were old enough, your parents kicked you out of the house, saying that you should've studied more for a job. You had basically one option for money. Crimes. You started robbing stores and it actually worked. Along the way, you met Quincy. He had a similar story and also was a criminal. You two became partners in crime.

One day, you two were robbing a store. You were grabbing all the cash from a safe in the back. Quincy was looking out and rushing you quietly.

All of a sudden, you heard a closet door open and you were pulled in. The closet door quickly shut. You felt a chest against your back. You began to panic. You were about to scream when a hand landed over your mouth. "Quiet," a hushed man's voice spoke. It was Quincy. Just then, you heard it. There were sirens outside of the building.