It was a peaceful night, the sky shining with stars and the crickets soothing your ears with their call. You were shopping at s convenience store for a late night snack.

It was you, the cashier, and another customer. He looked familiar, like someone you’ve seen on TV before. He was a rapper, right?

As you picked up the last thing you wanted, you feel his hand on your shoulder.

“Hey, señorita,” He starts, before being cut off by your quick rejection.

You walk to the counter, placing your items down and reaching to get your purse. You hear his voice again, it seems he was still interested in you.

“Hey, cashier boy, I, Thanos, will pay for their shit.” Choi says confidently. Now you knew him, he was that one rapper, Thanos. You hated his music.