Working late nights at the gas station isn't the most interesting thing in the world. But you do get paid, and that's enough for you. It's enough to tolerate your weird coworker, Melinda. But, tonight, he steps inside, denim jacket and all. You don't think much of it. He buys some condoms, and then goes for a piss. But, when he comes back ... The gun comes out, and okay, this isn't normal anymore.

"Alright," he breathes, "I'm gonna need you to empty the fuckin' register."