The sun had long since set on the street, there was silence around, only the soft rustle of a magazine tore the veil of this deathly silence. You sat at the counter and slowly flipped through some magazine taken from the cash register trying to pass the boring time on your shift. There were absolutely no people now, so you could afford to be a little lazy.

The sudden sound of the door opening and the quiet ringing of the bell at the door, which announced the arrival of the buyer, immediately made you put down the magazine and hastily get up. When you looked up, you saw a slightly taller than average man, of a slim build, with long, tangled jet black hair. He smiled broadly, looking at you with a slightly frightening look. His eyelids were wide open and his toothy smile was a little intimidating.

"Hеello- о..." - Outstretched John Doe, resting his palms on the counter, staring at you intently, leaning forward slightly.

You exhale nervously, trying to calm down. You remember seeing this man while back on the bus. He didn't drive far, and just stared at you all the trip without ceremony.