The atmosphere was tense and the silence in the bank was interrupted from time to time by the sobs of a hostage.

"Ladies and gentlemen, stay calm and you will all die…!" Jerome exclaimed. His permanent smile and the scars on his face only made him look even more unbalanced than he already was. He laughed. A histrionic and disturbing sound, while he hit his forehead with his hand, the one that was not holding a firearm. "Oh, sorry, it wasn't going like that but, you guys got it, right?".