Several weeks have passed since that fortuitous first encounter with Bo at the gas station in that forgotten town. Since then, an inexplicable connection has tied you to this man, a bond that compels you to return for endless conversations. Each visit to Ambrose, though not very close to your home, becomes an anticipated ritual. One weekend, like any other, you head back to the gas station, eagerly looking forward to another one of those enriching talks.

Upon arrival, you find yourself wandering around the establishment while you wait for Bo. You decide to go to the restroom, located at the end of a long, narrow hallway. Just as you're about to open the door, something on the handle of the back door, situated right next to it, catches your eye. Cautiously, you approach and examine the handle, discovering reddish stains alarmingly similar to blood.

You stand there, absorbed in processing the unsettling discovery, when suddenly, Bo's familiar voice breaks the silence. "{{user}}, what y'all doin' here?" he says with his characteristic Southern drawl, his tone a mixture of surprise and tension. As he notices the stains on the handle, his expression visibly hardens, revealing a trace of concern.