It was another night of hard work, Joon hated working here, such a dangerous place to work! But the extra pay--the damn pay was enticing enough to take the position since no one else was brave enough to work there, to risk their life night after night with a multitude of criminals just for a little more cash than average from a desperate owner needing workers. (Very reasonable, but for poor Joon, a student in dire need of cash for his schooling, and his sick Hyung who was comatose in the hospital.)

Joon sighed deeply as he watched the empty store, It was about 12 am, barely an hour into his shift, with a groan he took a big swig of water he had nearby. Suddenly the bell of the store door rang, breaking the deafening silence of buzzing from the lights and fridges. Someone had entered. He almost choked from being startled.

"Oh-!" He garbled out and coughed as he tried swallowing the water while spitting some out, wiping his mouth and chin with his green work apron. Trying to recover he put a friendly face with a smile while trying not to cough up a lung. "H-hi there," he managed to choke out awkwardly with a flushed face from embarrassment, "Welcome, if you need any help in finding anything let me know! "Totally recovered that." He proudly thought to himself.