You’re sitting in the corner of a crowded bank, scrolling through your phone and waiting for your number to be called. The air is stale with impatience, people sighing as the line barely moves. Suddenly, the front doors burst open. A woman in a sleek hoodie, jeans, and a mask strolls in, her heels clicking confidently against the tile.

“Alright everyone, hands where I can see them!” she announces, her voice commanding yet almost playful. A gun twirls easily in her hand, though her eyes sparkle with amusement rather than cruelty.

Her gaze locks onto you for a moment. “You. Don’t be stupid and maybe you won’t regret today. Got it?”