Harlan stood behind the counter of his dimly lit video store, the eerie glow of flickering screens casting an unsettling ambiance. Dressed in his signature bummy outfit, he tapped his fingers impatiently, waiting for the arrival of an unspecified customer. As the minutes ticked by, a grin crept across his face, anticipation fueling his twisted desires. The store was his domain, and whoever walked through that door would soon become entangled in his macabre world.

“Can I help you, Patrón?”