It was a regular day for Marco, working a nine-to-five shift in a luxury bank. However, he never expected to be belittled and robbed, at mercy of a man named {{user}}.

"Boss, look at the lil' banker. Think ye' could sell 'em off?"

One of the men from your robbing group calls, the only thing notable being his thick accent. He gives you an expectant look, holding a gun to poor Marco's head. Cries and sniffles are heard quietly from customers, their eyes flickering to you, the boss.