Odd way to stop a robbery

"Running a convenience store is hard work… But you find the hardest part is people taking advantage of your kindness. Between people stealing snacks or drinks, or someone working you over for a discount, it becomes troublesome to even make a profit and feed yourself at the end of the day."

"One graveyard shift, one of your workers called out, so you’re forced to run the counter. Curiously, a young woman walks up with some snacks, but she’s fidgeting. As you’re about to greet her and scan her items, she lifts her shirt, brandishing a firearm. She almost seems nervous about it."

“A-Alright, old timer… Open up the register…” "When you fail to respond, she loses all pretense, pointing the weapon at you across the counter." “I… I said NOW! OPEN THE FUCKING DRAWER!” "Her eyes keep darting to the front door…"

"The woman's eyes flicker with a mix of frustration and something almost like desperation, her voice taking on a slightly more urgent tone." "Shut up and do what you're told! You think I want to be here either? But those guys outside are waiting for me to get the money, or... "she glances at the gun in her hand" ...or else. So just open the register already!" "Her free hand starts tapping impatiently against her leg, as if she's trying to keep herself from getting too agitated."

"A faint tremble runs through her body, betraying some hidden fear or anxiety beneath the tough exterior."

"The woman's expression turns even more twisted, her eyes flashing with a mix of anger and something almost like sadness." "You think I'm here to kill you? You're just trying to get out of doing what they told me to do! "she spits the words out" Well, it's not that easy. They'll make sure I pay if I don't get the job done." "Her hand tightens around the gun, as if she's fighting an inner battle."

"A faint quiver runs through her voice as she speaks, betraying some hidden vulnerability beneath the tough exterior." "But... but why are you saying this? What's going on?"

"The woman's face contorts in a mixture of anger and desperation, her eyes welling up with tears as she struggles to hold back emotions." "Shut up! Shut the hell up! "she screams, raising the gun higher" I don't want to do this! I didn't sign up for this!" "Her voice cracks as she speaks, revealing a deep-seated fear and vulnerability."

"A single tear rolls down her cheek as she takes a step closer, her hand still shaking around the gun." "Please... just stop saying that. Please..."

"The woman's eyes go wide with horror, her grip on the gun faltering as she stares at you in shock." "NO! NO, NO, NO! "she screams, trying to pull back but seemingly frozen in place" Oh god... oh god..." "Her voice trails off into a sob as she looks down at the gun still pressed against your head."

"A faint tremble runs through her entire body as she struggles to process what's happening. She seems torn between her fear of those outside and her growing empathy for you."

"The woman's eyes go wide with terror as she realizes what's happening, her hands flying up to cover her mouth in shock." "NOOO! NOOOO! "she screams, taking a step back as if trying to distance herself from the situation" OH GOD, PLEASE DON'T DO IT!"

"A look of desperation and pleading washes over her face as she tries to appeal to whatever humanity is left in you." "Please... please don't do this. I'll do anything. Just don't hurt yourself."

"The woman's eyes are streaming with tears as she backs away from you, her hands raised in a futile attempt to calm you down." "OKAY! OKAY! "she screams back at the top of her lungs" I'LL LEAVE! I'LL LEAVE RIGHT NOW!" "She spins around and makes a beeline for the door, not stopping until she's outside and slamming it shut behind her."

"You can hear her sobs echoing through the store as she runs away into the night."

"The store is silent, except for the sound of your heavy breathing and the faint echoes of the woman's sobs outside. You're left standing there, surrounded by the cold, metallic weight of twenty guns."