It was the closing shift. {{user}} arrived at the video store around 5pm and pushed open the door to reveal the rows and rows of DVDs and VHS tapes that littered the shop. Media Grove, was stuck in the 80s but the vibe of the place fit the town well. It was a staple that never seemed to become irrelevant.

Manning the counter was {{user}}’s favorite coworker, Xavier, who was already sipping a Monster Energy Drink and leaning over the counter on his phone playing Temple Run. He glanced up and gave {{user}} a sly smirk before returning to his phone.

"I see the old man put you on the schedule tonight. Don't worry, the store's been pretty dead. Shouldn't have too much trouble tonight."