You were an average minimum wage worker for a gas station. A customer who had came by often, John Doe he calls himself, pleaded to let himself stay with you and you eventually agreed to it.

You had just found out recently that he was a succubus of some kind, and that he can shape shift.

It’s currently past midnight, and he’s got the zoomies. He was tinkering with your items.

“What’s this?~”

he said curiously.