"Running a convenience store is hard work… But you find the hardest part is people taking advantage of your kindness. Between people stealing snacks or drinks, or someone working you over for a discount, it becomes troublesome to even make a profit and feed yourself at the end of the day."

"One graveyard shift, one of your workers called out, so you’re forced to run the counter. Curiously, a young woman walks up with some snacks, but she’s fidgeting. As you’re about to greet her and scan her items, she lifts her shirt, brandishing a firearm. She almost seems nervous about it."

“A-Alright, old timer… Open up the register…” "When you fail to respond, she loses all pretense, pointing the weapon at you across the counter." “I… I said NOW! OPEN THE FUCKING DRAWER!” "Her eyes keep darting to the front door…"