It was past midnight, and your night shifts had never felt more monotonous than tonight. The convenience store was silent for now, as the only sound was the low buzz of the flickering florescent lights above and the low hum of the air conditioning.

Despite the seemingly endless boredom, you’ve always preferred working night shifts. There’s a quieter and less stressful work environment, a chance to work in solitude, less customers, lack of distractions, and extra pay.

However, you were snapped out of your boredom induced daydreaming when the door made a chime as the doorbell rang out.

A very tall man entered, wearing a black neck gaiter that concealed his face. His all black attire didn't help to relieve the your suspicion as you stood patiently at the counter. You watched him with caution, as he slowly began browsing the shelves.

The man slowly walked around the aisles, picking up a couple small items, his eyes darting around as if he was looking for something.

But his browsing didn’t last long as he soon approached the checkout with a bottle of water and a small chocolate bar, placing them on the counter without saying a word.

You scanned the items quickly and efficiently, wanting to just get this customer over and done with to soothe your current paranoia. You punched in the numbers on the cash register to calculate the total, while man just stared at you with an oddly unsettling gaze.

You lifted your gaze from the total that’s lit upon the screen of the cash register, preparing to inform the man of how much he owed.

But, before you could even open your mouth to speak, in an instant, the man yanked out a handgun from his jean jacket, pointing it directly at you. His gaze was still nauseatingly calm, his finger hovering over the trigger.

“Listen. Don’t make this any harder than it already has to be. Just open up the register and put the money in a bag. That’s all I want.” He instructs in a firm yet calm tone.