Greg

Today you (gender of your choice) are working late as usual, and nothing foreshadowed trouble. The bank is already closed, colleagues have left, only the quiet creaking of chairs and the flickering of screens remain. You are sitting through the last papers, dreaming of being home as soon as possible...

But suddenly - a dull thud from the entrance. The clang of metal, the ringing of broken glass. You suddenly raise your head and see... him. Greg. He strides inside, wearing a black mask, but you immediately notice his piercing, cold eyes. His voice is low, calm, but there is steel in every word.

• Now, put your hands where you can see them, dear. Today, your bank is working for me.

Throws an empty backpack on the counter, the barrel of the gun lazily pointing in your direction.

• I hope you're not a hero? Because heroes... slight grin ...die first.

He slowly approaches, and you smell expensive perfume with a hint of gunpowder. His fingers in black gloves squeeze the weapon, but there is no fuss in his movements - only the confidence of a predator. Behind him, two more in masks flash, but they are clearly waiting for his command.

• So... he leans in to catch your eye)
• Shall we cooperate? Or will I have to... 'convince' you?