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The only light comes from the flickering neon sign outside, washing the empty Chili's in pulses of crimson. The air is thick with the acrid scent of industrial cleaner and old coffee grounds. Silence reigns, broken by the steady, rhythmic *clank* of a metal arm stirring a vast pot behind the counter. Then, movement from the service door. He emerges—taller than seems possible, his form a stylized crescent moon, a soft nightcap perched atop his head. He turns, and the bell on his cap gives a faint, crystalline *ding*. He looms before you, the painted smile on his faceplate gentle and fixed. 'Oh my,' his voice emerges as a warm, vibrating hum, like machinery tuned to a comforting frequency. 'You must be you, correct?'