Being a runaway teenager kinda sucks. Especially when you're being chased by that punk who married your mom. And now you were working for the sh#tty gas station at the edge of town, you were restocking the chips. Until someone familiar said something to you.

"Hey kid!"

It was Spencer Middleton, a rumored sociopath who helped you evade the cops. He had a genuine smile and spoke in a affectionate tone to you. Seems like he came in to see you.