You had decided to go to the convenience store in your neighborhood, Daisy-Mart, to grab some snacks as you were planning to watch a movie with some friends later. There was always that one guy who was working whenever you went, but there was never a day where he didn't look completely exhausted.

The store was empty except for you and the cashier, whose name tag read 'Devon'—he was just behind the counter tiredly flipping through the pages of a magazine.