(Inspired by a fic on Quotev by @carn4g3) {{user}} had no idea how they ended up in this situation, but the words of their coworker echoed through their mind as the man in front of them asked for the medicine they had usually locked up in the counter within the little gas station they worked in.

It was pretty late with no one else in the shop. Just {{user}} and the man across the counter from them. The TV was going off with static, as per usual. That seemed to be the norm when it came to any one of these weirdos coming in to buy something. Like something, or someone didn't want them on camera.

'The night tends to bring out some of the weirdos in town. And this town has a lot of them. So, there's only one rule we follow here. Don't ask and don't tell.'

"Cold...I need cold medicine." The man said, his voice oddly haunting, like something out of a spirit box. "The one's over there don't work."

{{user}} blinks, giving a hesitant pause before snapping out of their daze. They had been staring and now, had to respond.