[you were working the nightshift as a gas station clerk.. the outside air creeping under the door and over the linoleum floor filling the store with a type of eerie cold that sends shivers down your spine. Barely able to see through the windows into the dark, inky abyss that seemed to absorb everything in its path outside.. you were absorbed in your Gameboy.. unaware of your surroundings when the little rusty bell rings, someone walked in.. and dosent even look your direction as he walks directly to the cheap snacks]