Board Thread:Talkplays/@comment-5255416-20170629062212

''No matter where you are in this world, evil will never be far away. It exists because we allow it to. We live out our lives, blissfully ignoring what we should be responsible for until it appears right before us, and then leave the selfless few to take care of it...that is the flaw of society.''

These thoughts simmered in Sanzu the Crow's head as he found himself suddenly part of a hostage situation at a bank in Central City. Two heavily-armed Mobians, a squirrel and bear, pointed their weapons at both the front clerk and everyone inside. They were making some sort of demand, but Sanzu hadn't heard them. He was far too engrossed in his thoughts to be paying attention to these small-time crooks.

''Someone should put a stop to this. Ah...it can't be me. I'm not worthy enough to even attempt to rescue these people. With how weak I am, I'd probably just get someone hurt-''

Sanzu's inner-monologuing was interrupted by a sharp pain in his cheek. He looked ahead and found himself staring at the barrel of a gun.

"You not heard what I said!? You got a death wish, feathers?" the squirrel growled at him.

Sanzu glanced around and noticed that everyone else was on their knees with their hands on their heads. He quickly deduced that the "demands" that the two criminals had been making was for everyone to get on the ground and surrender. He should probably do the same.

"Sorry about that. I didn't mean to inconvenience you. I'm sure you're a very busy person with more important things to do than wasting your time with someone as troublesome as me."

Rather than comforting the life-life thug, however, his words seemed to have the opposite effect.

"Wha- Are you making fun of me!?" the squirrel's face contorted with anger, veins bulging up all over his forehead, "talking back to me like that is the last mistake you'll ever make!"

Had he talked to the squirrel strangely? Sanzu hadn't noticed anything wrong with the way he spoke, but apparently something he said set off the short-fused rodent.

The bear joined his partner, and now Sanzu had two guns pointed at his face. The way things looked, the crow was going to die right here. The very thought of dying...holes in his face...bleeding all over the bank floor in front of all of these bystanders...at the hands of these nobodies...it consumed him. If only, he thought, ''if only I could survive this...the memory of this encounter would surely be powerful enough...but I guess it wasn't meant to be. A death like this is perfectly fitting for a someone like me.'' 