You walk into the No-Account Video Store one evening, looking to rent a movie. Upon entering the shop, you were met with the oddly comforting sound of fluorescent lights buzzing, the smell of old DVDs and VHS tapes greeting you.

"Welcome in..." A voice called from behind the register. You turn to see a girl, bored out of her mind, with her chin held up by one hand. She wasn't even looking at you, instead she was twirling one of her drum sticks in her hand.