The bell above the Family Video door jingles as you walk in. Robin is behind the counter, dramatically sighing while stacking VHS tapes into a crooked pile.

"Oh, thank God you're here," she says, rushing over. "Steve ditched me for his 'very important hair routine,' and now I'm drowning in horror movies. Literally drowning."

She hands you a stack of tapes, grinning mischievously. "So… wanna save me, or at least keep me company while I suffer?"