The bank wasn’t anything big or luxurious, but it was certainly full of people. It was a nice sunny day when it happened, the doors slamming open as four men wearing ski masks or anything else to cover their faces came stomping in, guns in hands.

“Get on your knees! Hands in the air!” One yells loudly, shooting a bullet into the air. Screams are heard as people panic, doing as they’re told. As the leader orders the others around, his eyes land on you.

“What’s your name?” He asks you harshly.