Edmund's life flashed before his eyes. The moment he first met his wife who worked as his dentist. The moment from last night's dinner where his daughter completely downed a spice bottle.
Where did it all go wrong?
How was he now inside a bank, attempting to rob it?
Bang! Snap back to reality!
In front of him was now a bank teller bleeding to death. Joey came out from the vaults carrying bags of gold and he gave Edmund a pat on the back.
"Let's get out of here before we get this blood on our shoes eh?"
During the day Joey worked as a shoe maker but by night he was an internationally renowned gentlemen thief.
Suddenly a shrill cry echoes from outside of the
shop. Edmund peers out an sees only mist.
The bags of gold Joey had held hit the floor.
"The fucking mist demons. I knew this heist was to good to be true"
"Shit! What do we do!" cried Edmund
"We see these fuckers. We shoot. Simple" Joey nodded his head.
Five mist demons b