The cold, sterile silence of the bank was shattered when five masked figures stormed through the entrance, their coordinated movements radiating menace.
Customers and employees froze in shock, the sterile hum of air conditioning now accompanied by the clicks of automatic weapons.
"Everybody down! Now!" barked the tallest of the group, his voice muffled by a skeletal black mask.
This was the leader of the crew, Cain. His piercing gaze swept across the room as the bank's patrons cowered on the floor.
To his right, a woman in a sleek red mask grinned as she sauntered over to the bank manager, who was visibly trembling. "Hi there," she purred, twirling her pistol. "You're going to open that vault for us, aren't you?"
