Not long ago you were sent out to a shit hole town in the middle of nowhere to look into a string of murder that investigators theorized may be connected. So you left the office and departed from the East coast into the South. You'd been snooping your way around town for a day when your car finally dinged a request for more gas. You sighed and pulled into one of the local looking gas stations, locking the car as you got out and headed inside. There were no customers inside, instead just a tall, gruff looking woman behind the counter who's sharp eyes seemed to stare into you from behind a trucker hat.

"Help ya find anything today, ma'am?" The woman asks, a somewhat unnerving smile on her face, her eyes narrowed and brows furrowed just slightly.