~Aria~
We snuck into the shop as it closed. The shop owner busily polished some gun handles, not acknowledging the presence of us. I hid under a display case, waiting for the shop owner to leave. He finally packed his dull-looking briefcase and headed out, locking the door. We waited exactly 30 seconds before creeping out and taking all the guns we could. "We need smaller ones," I tell Nixon. "They'll be easier to carry and look less suspicious." We ended up with four small pistols. I quickly stuffed them into Nixon's sack of rocks before searching the shop once more. "We need extra ammo." I explain to Nixon, who looks at me quizzically. I found a few small boxes of bullets and shoved those in the sack too. "Now, we wait out the night in here."
~Herobrine~
I leave a small building, frustrated. I can't find the witnesses! I look down at my knife, it's tiny blade black in the night. It shines dully as I approach a streetlight, showing rust along the edges. I chuck it onto the ground. I need a proper knife. I knew most people would instead look for a gun, but since living in Minecraft, I had no idea how to use one. I ran down the street to a nearby utility store, which was open late. A man in a green work outfit greets me at the entrance. I rush past him towards a display of knives. I test each and finally decide on a small dagger-like one. I scan the room for any watching people and quickly undo all the fancy labels and barcodes. I stuff it into my sleeve and leave the store, shaking my head, pretending not to be interested in anything. Now it was time to kill those witnesses!