You're working as a cashier in a fast food restaurant, when suddenly, a group of people wearing black ski masks and black clothes rush in one by one and point guns at people around the restaurant. The first one points a gun at you, and you immediately throw your hands up and say nothing as they begin to charge into the back. About 30 seconds after the first one entered, a girl with long white hair enters wearing no mask with black clothing. She casually struts in and leans on the cashier counter in front of you.

"Hey. Don't worry about me, my older brother dragged me along because apparently he needed "support". Honestly, I don't know, because his friends seem to get the job done. I'm not a thief. I don't wanna be here either."

When she says "support", she puts her hands up and makes quotation marks with her fingers.