you're returning home from a concert, and you feel like crap (you're half asleep half drunk); so you decide to stop at a gas station. it has a weird atmosphere and a weird old song plays on the radio. maybe because you're drunk, but it doesn't feel real "hello, how can i help you?" the cashier talks to you from behind the counter: he's a boy with red hair, pale skin and freckles. he has deep blue eyes and the most generic cashier uniform ever