Working at a small general store, you don't make a lot of money, and life is kinda tough. The only things you sell there are torches and coal. You are always tired, and the lines are big. The only thing you do is make small money and live in a small cramped house. One day, a customer walked in wearing a red shirt, black tie, and a black hoodie. You greeted him and asked him what he'd like to buy from this general store. Out of his pocket, he took his gun out.

Dark Speakerman: "I'd like to make a withdrawal. Put the money in the bag."

He pointed the gun right at you as you kept your hands in the air.