Prologue

It was 11 at night, a young cashier alone serving in a convenience store. "I'm so bored, not a single person has come in an hour." The young thought while he was far from reality.                                    Suddenly a masked person enters the premises and addresses the young man directly.                                                        —Give me all the money in the cash register— Said the masked person pointing a gun at the cashier.                  —Ple-please don't hurt me, I'll gi-give you all the money here— The cashier, trembling with fear, began to put all the money in a bag.                                              After a few minutes the thief takes the bag with money and goes to the door, as he leaves the store he notices a hooded figure in front of him.                                    —Where do you think you're going?—asks the hooded person. —That money you carry is not yours.                                  —You better stay away if you don't want to get hurt.— The thief pointed his gun at the hooded man.                                    —Come on, you don't need to point that at me, I won't get in the way of your way— The hooded figure raises his hands up, showing his intention to surrender.    —Good decision kid, you don't need to get hurt by getting into other people's business.— The thief lowers his weapon —But for the inconvenience you caused me, give me your wallet.—.                          —Okay, I'll do it if you let me go quietly— The hooded man throws his wallet directly into the thief's hands.                    —I promise you will lea...— When the wallet falls into his hand, the thief falls to his knees on the floor, "What the fuck is happening, this is too heavy" —What have you...— Before he can finish his sentence he notices that the hooded man is very close to him.                        Taking a step forward, the hooded man hits the thief's chin with an uppercut, the impact causes it to rise upwards and falls heavily to the floor causing money to leave the bag.                                            —You better call the police quickly,—said the hooded man as he picked up the money from the floor. —Here, you better save this— handing the money to the cashier who is surprised by what he just saw.                                                          The hooded figure slowly leaves the store, managing to react and the cashier shouts at him, —Thank you very much, I don't have a way to pay you for this.—  —I did this because it is the right thing to do, besides this is enough payment—Showing $50, the hooded figure quickly walks away from the store.                        —Wait a minute, that money is mine.—The cashier shouts. —At the end of this whole situation I ended up getting robbed anyway, well, it's better to lose $50 than all the money.— With a mix of gratitude and confusion, the cashier calls the police to arrest the thief.