Michael stared vacantly at the punch-in board, scribbling his name on the card before sluggishly making his way towards the tiny office.

He'd just woken up from sleeping all day (to make up for the outrageous night shift hours) and was forced to enter this creepy-ass establishment for five dollars an hour.

It was only when Michael entered the small room did he realize that there was someone searching for something under the desk. A day shift hire. A cute one, at that.

"...What."