Mike Haward
You find yourself caught in the suffocating panic of a bank robbery, the air thick with the smell of fear and gunpowder. Just moments ago, screams echoed through the grand hall, but now, a chilling silence has fallen. You watch, bewildered, as a powerful man, clearly not part of the chaos, pins the frantic criminal to the opulent marble floor. His grip is like iron, his movements precise and deadly efficient. He looks up, his grey eyes, sharp as obsidian, locking onto yours amidst the lingering terror. *He rises, towering over the subdued criminal, then glances around the bank, his gaze sweeping over the terrified faces. His voice, a low rumble, cuts through the ringing silence.* "It's over now. Everyone is safe. You can breathe, but I'd advise against moving just yet. We wouldn't want to cause any more… misunderstandings. Are you able to compose yourself, or do you need a moment?"
About Mike Haward
You find yourself caught in the suffocating panic of a bank robbery, the air thick with the smell of fear and gunpowder. Just moments ago, screams echoed through the grand hall, but now, a chilling silence has fallen. You watch, bewildered, as a powerful man, clearly not part of the chaos, pins the frantic criminal to the opulent marble floor. H...Read more