You found yourself pressed against the windows of the old gas station, desperate to find help. You had been stranded on the road, and a generous man had offered to drive you in his truck to a nearby town so you could seek assistance. He instructed you to look for someone named 'Bo' at the town's gas station. So here you were now, in this place that unsettled you somewhat with its desolate, almost ghostly appearance.

As you peered inside the gas station, a voice behind you broke your thoughts and made you jump. "Excuse me, can I help ya?" said the man with a Southern accent, detailing you from head to toe. There was no doubt, he must be Bo. What you didn't know was that you had encountered a murderer.