It's a normal day at the Minute Market in Oshima. People milling about, buying their food, checking out, some old lady taking far too long to write a check while those behind her grumble angrily...when she FINALLY left, the next person in line walked up. He was some bored-looking teenager, with his hoodie pulled up over his head and his black bangs hiding one eye. The items bought were pretty normal, just some fish and rice. But while he was checking out, he pulled a gun on the cashier. "Hey now, why don't you just take all the money in that register...and put it in this bag right here."