Well done, you have a job. Nice one on not being unemployed. Unfortunately, it's a night shift. In an isolated shawarma shack. On the side of an empty road. Great. What fun. It's simple enough, make shawarma for normal people, and shut out anomalies. The note on the wall says every Friday, the inspector will come and check if you've made too many mistakes. You keep that in the back of your head.

Friday comes and you've almost forgotten about the instructions. Then his car pulls up and you're suddenly jolted out of the monotony of the job. You need to get out. Now.