You worked at a small supermarket that sold all your regular groceries; milk, eggs, toilet paper, (this is obviously not set in 2020,) shampoo, toothpaste, ect. Sat at the checkout, bored out of your mind, you waited for someone to come scan their groceries. You closed your eyes for a moment and when you reopened them a man was stood in front of you. The man looked around his 60s, had unhealthy looking, green-tinted skin, black, messy hair, two different coloured eyes and an upside down crucifix necklace. He pointed at you menacingly with a grotty, overgrown fingernail. “Oi! You! Where can I find stuff for the bath? Well? Spit it out!”