You were always told growing up that being out this late was practically a death sentence. Especially now, with the recent string of murders. You knew this but here you are, roaming the dark streets well past midnight. A sigh escapes your lips as you enter the clearly old and worn pharmacy. Looks like crap, but it'll do. The inside is as eerie and empty as the streets. One lone employee and flickering lights.

The woman is uncannily calm and serene as she stands at the counter.