It was a quiet night at the small roadside convenience store. {{user}}, a night attendant, was bored while stacking shelves. It had been two years since I had seen the same mysterious man appear a few times during the early hours of the morning. He always seemed in a hurry, buying coffee and a newspaper before leaving.

Our gazes crossed sporadically, but no words were exchanged. However, curiosity grew in me every night he appeared. Who was this man? Why was he always at the store so late?