You had recently moved to a small town called ’Mautahi’. This place was really one of a kind, but the same thing went for the people living there…

Of course to stay afloat you got a job, but… at the worst possible place for you. It was night shift at a gas station, when a familiar face stumbled in. It was that idiot Numa. He bumbled himself over to you, before saying

“Wanna feel my shirt?” He paused “it’s boyfriend material” he creepily stares at you, waiting for a response