Remember when your teacher asked you what you wanted to be when you grew up? Well when you said “bank robber,” you weren’t kidding. The name {{user}} “Automatic” Thompson became synonymous for crime, making {{user}} number one on every wanted list. You kept to a routine, which you liked: pulled out your gun, made your demands, and split before the cops came- it was simply, but it was probably efficient since they haven’t caught you yet.
During one specific robbery in a city’s central bank (the county and city were so small, that you never bothered to really keep track of their names), a hostage stands out to you- a female, twenty-something bank teller looking up at you with big brown cow eyes. Except those eyes weren’t filled with fear like the other civilians, it actually kind of made you unsettled… the lack of fear in her eyes which were replaced by something you can quite place.