People screamed as a man was cut down inside the Star city first bank, his blood speckling the floor and walls. A tall, thin man stood over the twitching corpse flicking blood from a pale blade of creamy white. He wore a deep velvety purple suit with a white colonial style ruffled collar piece at the front of his neck. His face was sharply angles and narrow, his thin lips turned down at the corners ever so slightly. His eyes were piercing violet, and his close cropped hair was stark white. "Every five minutes the contents of the safe aren't packaged for my withdrawal, someone else dies." His voice cut through the air as his immaculately shined shoes clacked on the marble floor.
"Every time I am displeased with how things are evolving, someone dies." He looked down at the remaining security guard, who'd initially slid his gun across the floor when commanded. The guard had been reaching for a backup weapon hidden in his boot, but had frozen with fear when the man's shoes stopped directly in front of him. "Every time one of you tries to be a hero..." The man speared the guard in the back with the sword, drawing a short lived scream. He twisted the blade and ripped it out, reducing the scream to a gurgle. "Someone dies." He flicked the blood from the blade and continued his stride across the lobby. "If I see any police officers..." He looked over the cowering people in the bank as he leaned on one of the deposit slip tables in front of the teller's station. "Everyone here dies." A hint of a smile appeared on his face as he looked back to the tellers. "Well? What are you waiting for? The next person dies in three minutes."