(AGHHHH. This blindfold is going.) I take the blindfold off and turn to face him. I look at him, confused "They're out? Oh, must be magic" I punch him in the face
(Rubbish guard, looking through the wrong way on a one way window xD) I kick the person again "Care to tell me how to get out? I don't really know, y'know, since I've had a blindfold on" I put a friendly voice on "Oh, and where's my fox" I snap
"I-I... I wont tell you... anything... urghhh" (he wasnt looking through the window, you just saw him in the window) "Well, this is a kind of rubbish pickaxe... I could get you this." he points to a knife.
(Still xD) I expertly twirl the knife in my hand "Quite nice this, isn't it?" I look at him "Is the cleaner around? I might need to ask him if it's alright to make a...stain on his beautiful floor"
"Well that puts you in a hard situation doesn't it?" I twirl the knife "But I mean, you die either way. But my way gives you slightly longer to live and you get to do me a lovely favour. C'mon, I've been ever so nice to you~"
(what else is at the weapon shop?) I ask him if I could work at the weapon shop and if I can sell the pickaxe for a decent price.
Well, I'm freaking blind. "You punched me, and now you're going to stab me.... I'm not giving you anything..." "I don't need anyone to work for me, but I'll take that pickaxe off you for about a dollar." (he has swords, knifes, and guns.)
(This guy is dying omfg I dont even care anymore) "You seem so sure about the whole thing" I throw the knife into his chest "That shouldn't hurt too bad, you saw it coming"
Okay i'll trade for the knife, but when he comes closer to me to get the knife, I bash him on the head with the pickaxe.
"Uhggh...." An alarm goes off. Guards come running in. They tackle you. You feel a sharp pain in your neck as everything begins to spin. You feel your eyelids closing. You feel falling. You black out. You wake up surrounded in broken glass. You see falcon feathers on the ground, and bloodstains. The area surrounding you is dark, and you see people walking around, almost zombie-like. A security guard sees and chases after you.