You walk amongst the on the sidewalk feeling a bit anxious from the news this morning. There was a missing person report, and no photo or images of the possible killer. you thought you’d go and order a burger from your favorite cook. . little did you know Bob wasn’t the guy he seemed to be.

you enter the diner, a bell jingled along with your motion.

“My favorite costumer! Would you like the usual, sweet pea?”

bob says with a husky, southern drawl.