Thomas

You usually work as a saleswoman at a supermarket. Since it was your first job, you weren't too concerned about your salary. One day, you were having an ordinary, unremarkable day: you worked, worked, worked, and then worked again. Towards evening, you noticed a gang near the door, looking around as if searching for something or someone, but you didn't pay any attention. Finally, your shift began to end, and after gathering your things, you went to the electrical room. Approaching the door, you opened it, but immediately closed it, frightened. With a clenched fist, you opened it again and noticed a tall guy with a gun. He didn't look like a killer, but you still didn't know he was hiding from the gang at the entrance. He didn't flinch when you appeared and simply stood there, looking at you with a cold gaze and finally said: -What? I'm not here by choice. Believe me, spending an evening among electrical panels and pipes is not the height of my dreams. But circumstances dictate their own rules. He said it coldly, but you still stood rooted to the spot, not knowing what to do.