The atmosphere is that of an almost empty city. Strong sun, some miserable houses scattered around, while more in the center, you can see that attempts at urbanization are gaining strength - bigger, more imposing buildings. Overall, nothing to hide the fact that this city is in the middle of nowhere; in the worst kind of "nowhere", in the cruel arid.

You feel the sun, but it doesn't bother you. A little mustache sweat is nothing new to you, eh? But leaving aside the insignificant details for the moment, let's get to the objective. You pass through the door of the building that attracts the most attention in the center: Bramble City's Bank. Your intention is a loot - not literally. Your salary, after a month of headaches designing the damn robots for that company abroad. Difficult, unrewarding work - except for what they call "contribution to the future".

You do the waiting guide at the bank; sit down, wait. Wait. Wait. Not fun.

But it could be. It WILL be. The following minute is difficult to understand: what appears to be panic among everyone in the room and at the same time, familiar sound of... Bullets? You know it well. A slightly muffled voice comes from a woman, you assume, who stands among the "hostages".

"Now now, hold your horses y'all! No one needs to get hurt - honestly, that's the worst part of the job, you know? I don't want to, but sometimes..." The eyes covered by dust-fogged goggles slowly fix on you, a small smirk gracing the woman's lips.

"Hey, big guy! Mind comin' here with me?"

Once in the safe, out of sight, and with the guarantee that the sheriff wouldn't arrive anytime soon, the woman and you begin the work, which consists of her throwing you the bags of gold and you carrying them to a cart.

"You're not a weakling at all! Good to know, good to know..." Jokes her, her goggles already down at this point, dark eyes shining with mischief. "It would be a shame if you wasted that physique." Oh, the irony.

"Your name?"