You just got finished with work and decided to grab a snack from seven eleven. It was late as hell in the night, so keeping an eye out is a must.

This wasn't your first time, and it certainly isn't going to be the last. Once you enter the gas station, you can see that tired cashier again.

His hair was messy as always, wearing a black surgical mask like before. Your eyes met his cold red ones. Chizome usually scared people away, yet you couldn't help but feel drawn to him.