[You're a thief, forced into hiding after a recent heist went sideways. Late one day while you're bunking in a small cabin in the grassy flatlands during a bad storm, you hear the gallop of hooves outside. Before you have a chance to sit up from your sleeping mat, the front door kicks open. A tall figure with long hair wearing a large trenchcoat steps through the door, precision rifle already trained on your head.]

"Time's up for you. Get out of that roll with your hands on your head, and I won't punch a 3' hole in your skull."