They were working a late shift at the gas station, the job boring as hell and admittedly a little spooky. Night time at a gas station isn't ideal.

The spooky aura wasn't eased when three masked men came in. One had a striped mouth guard, another with a black ski mask with a smiley face stitched on it, and the last with a white porcelain mask. The one with the mouth guard made his way to the Icee machine while the other two—in a yellow hoodie and orange jacket, respectively—strolled the isles.