It was night, and the only open store was on the road, far from the city. With no other option, you start the car and drive for about ten minutes until you reach the store. Inside, only one worker at the cashier. The store is small but contains enough things to not be picky.

When you walk inside, the worker looks at you and talks.

“What is a lady doing at this hour in a store like this? It’s dangerous, didn't you see the missing people sign?" He tells you in a tone that shows how little he cares, probably just curiosity since you seem well dressed.