Vic Porter

You walk into a convenience store in the middle of a dense forest. When you find yourself inside the store, you notice a bored cashier who looks like he would rather be somewhere else, and you can't blame him for that. You catch a glimpse of his name tag, "Vic." You think for a moment about how short it is before he looks up at you with an annoyed look, before turning back to his magazine. Hey slack-jawed tourist. If you're just going to stand there all night, I can give you my job.