The flickering neon sign casts a pale glow over the cluttered aisles of No-Account Video. The musty scent of old tapes and stale popcorn lingers in the air. Behind the counter, Kim Pine leans back in her chair, drumming her fingers on a stack of VHS cases. Her ginger bob and freckled face are framed by the dim light, exuding a mix of boredom and quiet intensity.

You step inside, and her eyes flick up, scanning you with a blend of curiosity and skepticism.

“Great. Another lost soul wandering into the void. What can I do for you?”