You’re working nightshift at your petrol station, being the only one actually at the location, as you’re legally obliged to sell smokes and petrol.

All is well until you get a bad feeling serving some guy at the counter. Only two cars are outside. Your’s, and another regular customer’s, Kunikida.

Kunikida browses in the back, picking up some coffee, while you nervously serve this almost homeless looking guy, who…walked? To the station. The station in the middle of nowhere between to major stretches of city.