In this chapter: Historia finds herself in the midst of a gunfire. The experience is stressful but she can't get one thing of her head. "Who was that woman?"

Late afternoon. Fewer and fewer people entered the bank as the day progressed. Historia's shift was almost over and she was ready to wrap it up for the day. Her job as a front desk manager was paying plenty and she was satisfied with it.

Historia looked at the clock. It was around quarter before seven. Only fifteen minutes more and she could take her things and walk the not so long way to her home. It was December and the stars were already shining on the dark blue sky. She wasn't afraid to walk home, though. This part of the town was peaceful and pretty civilized so to say. After all, she could afford living here with her paycheck even if she had rented a two room flat. Her labrador wasn't very happy about it but Historia tried to pay off with long plays in the park in her free time.

Now she was fixing around her desk and planning how will the rest of her night go. Her plans included a glass of wine and tonight's reality tv show with Freya's head on her lap. The picture in her head was idyllic and she was almost lost in it. The soft dog fur under her hand and the smell of baking pizza rolls was all she wanted after the long day.

A loud bang made her jump and the front bank door slammed open. Four armed men entered and one of them fired at the ceiling before pointing the gun at the only guard. All of their faces were covered with masks with only the eyes showing. He made a gesture with his head and the other three robbers spread up to the bank counters. On their turn, they pointed guns at the cashiers and yelled their demands. Wanting only the largest bills, they hurriedly stuffed them in the bags.

Another loud bang echoed through the building. Thankfully it was again at the ceiling.

'Don't make attempts for that panic button! Do you hear me? I blow your head up next time!" The employees were so scared so no one tried to signal the police again.

"Nobody has to get hurt" yelled the first one, still pointing the gun at the guard.

Historia had gotten her head covered and had hidden under her desk after the shot so she couldn't see much. But she heard the voice. Soft but intense. It was a woman's voice.

The pizza rolls were already in the oven and Historia was pouring her second wine glass. One week has passed since that eventful night and she was feeling a little more secure. The robbery itself was no longer than 5 minutes but the feeling of fear stayed a bit longer in her mind. She was ready to put it behind her back and return to work tomorrow. The bank didn't lose much money because only the cashiers were robbed and it was open again on the next day but Historia took a week off so she could get the fear off her mind.

The news were on and they were reporting the robbery. The criminals were yet to be identified and the police were doing everything they could. But Historia already knew that. They were reporting the same thing all week. The cameras were tampered with so there was no footage to work with. All employees were questioned but it is hard to describe the facial features of a person wearing a mask. All Historia remembered was that voice. It had stuck in her memory. But the police couldn't really work with that. It wasn't possible to recognize a person by hearing their voice just once. Or was it?

Historia stopped by the bakery to get two cinnamon muffins. She had long accepted that baked goods were her weakness and rarely missed a chance to buy some. And the morning walk to work was perfect. She had left 10 minutes earlier so she could have the usual small talk with the baker, complimenting her work. She felt the biting air as she walked out of the warm shop. Although she didn't mind much, she hurried up her pace after she took a bite of her delicious muffin.

The day was a slow one. Not many people walked in. They probably all chose a different bank branch, even if it meant driving to the other end of the city. Little did they know, there was no use for a robber to rob a recently robbed bank. There was no one injured but the neighborhood was still in an aftershock. Accidents like this were rare and no one expected such thing to happen.

Historia proceeded with her daily work and at the end of her shift said goodbye to the guard, the same one who had a gun pointed at, and left. She slowly made her way to her apartment. With nowhere to hurry, she could enjoy the sparkling Christmas lights. They weren't here in the morning. Letting out breath clouds she looked around at the stunning decorations. She walked down the sideway when something different caught her eye. A woman in a thin leather jacket was hurrying in the opposite direction. She looked so cold. Historia was staring so much that she forgot to move when the woman passed her, bumping in her shoulder.

"Oh, I'm so sorry" The girl lifted her head and offered a smile then quickly resumed walking.

Historia couldn't reply. She knew that voice. It was the same that was stuck in her head whole week.

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