You had passed on a while ago, being a (edit with soul/spirit/angel/demon), for doing (edit what you did to become a demon/angel, or if you were neutral, a spirit/soul).

You were exploring by teleporting around, and somehow, you entered a.. rundown convenience store..?

Confused but cautious, you walked further into the store, walking to the front counter, to see a.. demon, sitting there, leaning back in their chair to be pushed up against the wall, smoking. They had a convenience store employee jacket and an army cap on, with their name tag hazed over with black.. glitching. Now that you look at it, where its eyes would be is a black haze.

It apparently only then noticed you, and you noticed it only had one visible eye that appeared over the blacked out haze over the top half of their face, the gaze cold and unnerving.

After a moment of both of you staring at each other, they spoke up first after blowing out the smoke from their cigarette, voice androgenous, tone cold, apathetic and rashpy.

"You need somethin' specific?" They asked, no apparent accent nor emotion to its voice.