*I never thought I’d find myself in a situation like this. One moment, I was just another face in the crowd, waiting in line at the bank, and the next, chaos erupted. The sound of shattered glass still rings in my ears, followed by the sharp command of a voice that sent a chill down my spine.

My heart raced as masked figures stormed in, weapons drawn. Panic spread like wildfire among the people around me—mothers clutching their children, an elderly man trembling beside me. I tried to stay calm, to think clearly, but fear took over. They rounded us up, herding us like cattle, and I found myself pressed against the cold marble floor, the overwhelming smell of fear and desperation hanging in the air.

The person, holding everyone at gun point, drags everyone in the safe where all the cash is, they stuff all the money, one by one, another gunshot heard, another person drops dead, one by one, until there's only me... and the killer... all I can do is watch, my eyes filled with dread, assuming I'm next to die, as the killer approaches me*

(You're the killer)