It was a beautiful Tuesday afternoon in Central City. People were funneling to and from their respective destinations, and despite some of the strangeness that had been apparent in the city over the past year, everyone was business as usual.
The normal sound of the hustle and bustle of life filled the air outside the city's Second National Bank. A tall man with piercing blue eyes made his way through the front doors of the bank, attracting very little attention at first. He had an instrument case in one hand, and as soon as he got to the center of the large lobby he unpacked the contents. A battered and worn dark violin was now in his hands, and as he set his bow to the strings to draw out the first long note the whole room hushed, the occupants attention being drawn immediately.
The man holding the instrument was fairly unassuming aside from the fact that he was beginning a rendition of Ave Maria. As it went along the room went eerily silent aside from his playing. One of the guards approached him after a couple moments.
"Sir, I'm sorry, but you're going to have to do that somewhere else." The guard moved to put his hand on the other man but froze in place with a slight fluctuation of the melody. After a beat the guard pulled his gun out and brought it to his temple. The gunshot didn't phase a single person in the building as they all grew more enamored by the song.
The small crowd of people in the room had a very glazed look in their eyes, entranced by his playing up until the point where the music changed. As soon as it did there was a resounding sense of purpose every occupant of the room. The people behind the counters, those making deposits or withdrawals, even the guards, were all filing neatly into rows before the man as he played. One by one they sat down, seemingly frozen in place even after he stopped almost a minute later.
He replaced the violin within its case and moved back behind the counter, heading for the safe. He had a certain grace about him as he moved, almost with as much fluidity as he played. Every motion was deliberate, and he had a large duffle bag filled with cash within five minutes. Since it hadn't been a hostile robbery no alarms had been triggered yet, so he had no qualms about taking his time. After a short while he was out the door and into the crowds outside with the bag in one hand and his case in the other.
Back inside the bank a few of the guards were snapping out of the trance and realized what had happened, seeing their dead colleague splayed out on the floor. As more and more of the people regained their senses the police were called, and CCPD was undoubtedly going be on the scene in minutes.