You’re just standing there in the middle of mall floor like a statue. There are people everywhere going into the many different stores seemingly unaware of the small man looking all over the place with panic.
Out of all the days you’ve kept eyes on the jewelry store, today had to be the day an employee comes in early. You clutch the bag closer to you as you can hear echoes of running security guards heading over to the store where they will get more information on the situation.
With a sharp slap across the face, you snap yourself out of it to figure out what to do. Your Left cheek bright Red from the slap, you focus on the situation at hand. You see a women’s bathroom on the far right, maybe you can go there to get out of plain sight and get more time to think what to do next. Could be possible there might be a air vent you can access. Or to your left you see sliding doors that lead to the parking lot, ensuring you’re out of the mall but have to figure out how to flee the area.
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