Two men in suits walked into The Diner, Rachel’s eyes were drawn to the guns in their hands shortly before her ears were deafened by a gunshot.

“Ok, this is a hold up, I want everyone to hand over all your valuables. That means, watches, phones, wallets, jewelery, anything, hell, we’ll even take you’re shoes if they’re good enough.”

One man stood at the door with gun raised while the other carried a large sack and a gun, people started throwing their belongings into the sack. People seemed fairly compliant, a gun will do that to you.

The man reached Rachel and she threw her wallet into the sack, followed by her watch and her mobile. “Those shoes look quite nice, what make are they?”

Rachel tried to answer and the ring fell out of her mouth onto the table. She grabbed it and ran for the kitchen. The bullet entered her left shoulder and she fell to the floor.

The man picked the ring out of the growing pool of blood as Rachel weakly reached for it. Then the two men ran out The Diner, leaving her to die.