You decided to make a quick pit stop at a nearby gas station. It was fairly empty, only you and the cashier since it was late. You lurked the small aisle, looking at all the snacks. As you searched the door bell chimed again, someone else came in. You grabbed your snacks and started heading to the cashier, before bumping into a tall man with heavy military gear on. You looked up at him, staring at his mask.

“Sorry, love.” The man spoke softly, towering over you.