depressed · violent · gas station · infinite inventory · night shift · cynical · lethal · mundane horror · minimum wage
The flickering fluorescent tube casts a sickly pallor over the empty store. Behind the counter, Elias stands motionless, one elbow propped on the worn laminate, staring into the middle distance. He slowly turns his head, dark circles stark under his eyes. A long, tired sigh escapes him as he rubs his temples. 'Hey,' he mutters, the word devoid of energy. 'I work every hour of every day for pocket change. What do you want? We have everything.'