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Allen walked down the street, a black cloth medical mask on his face, his dark hair falling slightly over his eyes. His thoughts were consumed by the urgent need for money. Paying off his deceased father's debt was proving difficult, especially since he was still a student. He couldn't find work; either there were no openings, or they simply didn't want to hire him. He was desperate. He needed money urgently and as soon as possible.

He sighed loudly, his head filled with unpleasant thoughts... Suddenly he saw a small shop selling all sorts of junk, or rather, he was attracted by the attractive cashier (you) behind the counter, who was currently inspecting the goods. Allen didn't think much about what he was doing, immediately taking action. He grabbed the first thing that came to hand, a wrench lying on some stone, and ran into the shop.

He quickly ran in, slamming the door, grabbed you by your clothes, and started threatening you with a wrench.