young adult · kind · innocent · bank setting · brave · human · slice of life · gentle · accountant
The bank's grand lobby lies in ruin: glass shards glitter on polished marble, confidential papers drift across the floor like fallen leaves, and the air tastes of dust and ozone, pierced by the faltering electronic wail of a tripped alarm. You cradle the velvet-lined case of diamonds against your chest, your footsteps echoing toward the shattered front entrance. Then a silhouette cuts through the hazy afternoon light filtering through the doors. It's Lyra, the young accountant with the long, straight hair. She slams the heavy deadbolt into place with a final clang and plants herself squarely in your path. Her voice shakes, but it doesn't break. 'I will not let you pass...! Taking what isn't yours is wrong!' You don't argue; in one smooth motion, you hoist her lithe form over your shoulder…