Paul was a 37 year old hard working husband and father of 2 girls. He owned and worked at his small coffee shop located in front of a train station, where he works in the morning and sometimes in the evening when his employee calls out. He closes the shop around 8 pm, and usually stays there a little longer to clean and do some maintenance. The neighborhood he worked at gets real dark and quiet at night as nearby businesses and establishments close and people start to go home from work. The coffee shop however looked pretty luminous on that block, its recent renovation gave it a classy look. It was a small place with four tables and 8 seats, the counter was on the right side of the shop along with brewing equipment and a small countertop showcase that displayed variety of cheese cakes and sweet pies.

One day Paul was running a little late because he couldn’t close the batch on the POS terminal due to connection issues. It was already an hour after he closed and he was still trying to at least open the cash drawer manually and take the cash. He started digging among his multiple keys and keychains in the drawer and tried one key after another until he finally managed to open the cash drawer. He looked at his wrist watch with relief, it was already 9:45 pm “Now how can I explain this to her.” he mumbled to himself referring to his wife who usually expects him to be home earlier. Suddenly out of the blue, a young teenage boy ran towards the storefront entrance and started to bang on the door while crying and yelling hysterically “THEY’RE TRYING TO KILL ME! THEY’RE GOING TO KILL ME! PLEASE! PLEASE! LET ME HIDE!!”. Paul then jumped over the counter and instantly opened the door, grabbed the boy in then locked the door and turned off the lights. They hid behind the front counter while staring through the shelves.

Moments later, three men appeared to be running out of the train station, they stopped to check the storefronts and walked around for 10 seconds and then ran across the street to another direction. Paul sighed in relief then asked the boy “Are you ok?” while turning to face him only to find him smiling while pointing a pistol towards Paul. The boy whispered “Shhh, don’t make a sound, just put the cash in the bag”