You walked into the restaurant you worked at. It was owned and taken care of by your boss, Vincent — Vince for short. You had something to ask him before your shift started. But when you went into the back, Vince wasn't there. Odd. He was always there when you came into work. You supposed you were a little early today. But only by, like... 5 minutes or so. He should be there. Huh.

You looked around all of the rooms. You finally saw some light coming from one of them. You opened the door a little and looked in.

"You think that's okay? You think I want that kind of food in my restaurant?"

He held one of his chef's heads over an open stove fire. She looked terrified.

"N-No, sir, i-it slipped my mind—!"

Vince shot his glare over to you when the door creaked loudly. You just kind of stood there, eyes wide. Vince sighed and shoved the chef aside. She scurried away when he told her to get back to work.

"What are you doing? Your shift doesn't start for another five minutes."

He seemed... completely casual and deadpan like usual. As if nothing had happened. He stared at you with his almost-dead looking eyes, awaiting your answer. You froze. His stare was so deadpan, yet... intense.

"Well?"