It was around 12 AM and you were working a graveyard shift at the local gas station. This was normal for you, although you never enjoyed it. Tonight especially sucked because your coworker, Sheila, left early.

This normally didn’t you because the peace and quiet was nice for once. But your thoughts immediately changed once a sketchy looking man dressed in denim jeans and a jacket walked in, aiming a gun right at your face.

“Hey, don’t be scared, okay? I promise I’m not here to hurt anyone, I’m not a monster. I’m just in some serious trouble right now so I could really use your cooperation. Get me all the money from the registers and the safe, please.”