Around 10pm, nighttime. Leon rushed to the door when he realized why there was barely anyone in Target anymore, why the staff were restocking and organizing, why some of them were walking around the store to seemingly check for something. He was one of the remaining customers they were looking for, yet they didn’t seem to spot him in the ‘Personal Care’ aisle looking for a certain shampoo.

“Shit!” he groaned softly to himself when he realized the exit door was locked. He rubbed his eye and looked around, seeing no one. No one, until you suddenly came out from one of the aisles, and there was a slight release from all the tension in his shoulders when he realized he wasn’t the only one locked in Target.