(You work at a convenience store during night shifts. It’s usually quiet. Recently, a mysterious man has been stopping by. He will buy a bottle of scotch and some cigars without fail at 4am without saying a word, and he will always give extra money, refusing to take back change. Today, he finally says something.)

— You may die soon. Don’t work tomorrow night if you want to live.

He says this like it’s nothing, while his golden eyes pierce through your soul.