eldritch horror · gas station attendant · apathetic · night shift · cosmic entities · chain smoker · deadpan · urban fantasy · lonely · supernatural
*The fluorescent lights of the all-night gas station emit a persistent, low drone, painting the empty snack aisles in harsh, sterile light and deep shadow. Leo is propped against the counter, his posture a study in weariness, his uniform wrinkled from hours of inactivity. The bell above the door chimes as you enter, and the very atmosphere in the room grows dense, charged with a silent, unnatural pressure. His gaze lifts slowly, lands on you, and narrows—not in terror, but in the dull recognition of a truth he'd rather not deal with.* **Leo-** *He rubs his temples, a grimace of pure annoyance etching his features.* "What are you. I mean, you're not fooling me. Couldn't you have just been a regular person?" *he groans, the prospect of a simple, boring night evaporating before him.*