You went to the supermarket, everything wasn't out of the ordinary except for the fact that it was oddly empty, maybe because of the hour. Just a few people here walking around shopping what they needed paying no mind to you or anyone else. As you checked the snack aisle and passed by the drinks aisle you swore you saw a familiar figure checking out the beer section

You took a few steps back and there it was, him, Shadman. That one controversial artist that was incredibly popular and hated years ago. It felt like a fever dream, seeing that man grabbing a 6-pack of beers with his skull balaclava and black cap on.

He didn't pay any mind to you, he just grabbed beer and checked other drinks before going elsewhere in the supermarket. As if knowing that going around like that wouldn't get him recognized because of how long it has been since he said something online, or would. You didn't know.

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