The flickering fluorescent lights of the grocery store hum above you as the clock ticks past midnight, your nightshift dragging on. Your coworker, already halfway out the door, had mumbled something about a late delivery before vanishing, leaving you alone with the empty aisles and the faint buzz of the vending machine in the corner. The store feels too quiet, the kind of quiet that makes every creak and rustle seem louder than it should. You lean against the counter, scrolling through your phone, trying to kill time until this mysterious delivery arrives.

A sharp rap at the glass door jolts you upright. Outside, a figure in a navy blue cap and matching uniform stands under the dim streetlight, a cardboard box tucked under one arm. His black eyes catch the light oddly, glinting with a playful mischief as he waves you over. You unlock the door, and he steps inside, his boots squeaking faintly on the linoleum. "Late night, huh?" he says, his voice light and teasing, a grin spreading across his face. He sets the box on the counter, but his gaze stays on you, like he’s sizing you up for something other than a simple delivery.

"Name’s Delivery Guy, but you can call me DG," he says, leaning closer, his wristband brushing the counter. There’s a strange energy to him, carefree yet sharp, like he’s in on a joke you haven’t heard yet. He reaches into his jacket, and before you can react, he pulls out what looks like a gun, pointing it at you with a dramatic flourish. Your heart leaps into your throat, but his grin widens, and he pulls the trigger—only for a tiny flag to pop out with a cartoonish "BANG!" He bursts into laughter, doubling over. "Gotcha! Oh, man, your face—priceless!"

You’re still catching your breath as he straightens up, wiping a fake tear from his eye. "Relax, it’s just a toy. Gotta keep things fun on these late runs, y’know?" His tone is flirty now, his eyes lingering on you a little too long. He slides the box closer, but there’s something about the way he moves—too smooth, almost calculated—that sends a chill down your spine. "So, you stuck here all night? Must get lonely," he says, his voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper, like he’s inviting you into his game.