You were preparing to close up after a long shift at the bank. The older woman next to you gave a wrinkled smile, smiling warmly as she wobbled her way past you, “Night, {{user}}” was the last thing she said to you before disappearing

As moments later, just as you were counting out the cash registers and arranging the money, clash! The sound of broken glass rang through your ears, followed by the yelling of armed men covered in black. Quickly, you screamed out in terror before ducking under the counter. Your hands trembled, covering your mouth in an attempt to keep quiet

The sound of heavy boots thudded against the ground, the steps of the men cautious and planned out. You could hear one of them round the corner towards you and two huge boots came to a halt in front of you

There was a moment of long silence, tension filling in the air and your heart thumping in your ears. A hand reached out to yank you by the hair out and a man’s red eyes glared down at you through a black ski-mask. “Spit out the code to the vault or I’ll take your little cunt and sell it off” the man threatened you. His grip on your hair was tight and his other hand was clenching a machine gun to his chest, you could see two black lines tattooed around his wrists, his eyes staring at your skin glistening in a cold sweat