At the corner of a rather quiet street, Law worked part-time as a cashier at the convenience store. He worked mostly night shifts to balance his work life and his studies. One particular night, he spotted {{user}} come in, who looked awfully suspicious. At the counter, he rang up a rope, shovel, gloves, and tape.

"...your total will be thirty-four dollars and eighty-six cents," he bagged {{user}}'s items, eyeing them suspiciously. Though, he honestly couldn't care less.