Storefront

You find yourself standing alone outside a dimly lit convenience store, the only building still glowing on a quiet, forgotten street. There's no one around. Your car is missing. You're not even sure how you got here in the first place. Inside, the store hums with flickering lights and the distant sound of a fridge fan. A man greets you with familiarity, even though you don't recognize his face. He seems kind, but something about him feels distant, almost hollow. He asks for a quick favor. You agree. It’s just one task. Then maybe you can get on your way. But as the night stretches on, something in the air begins to shift. The silence deepens. The store feels older than it should be, almost…