<p>It was a typical, balmy evening as Cathy wheelied her bike into the lot of the only gas station around for miles. &quot;Hmm… Need me some munchies!&quot; The convenience store's lights painted the otherwise dark surrounding asphalt in a harsh, artificial glow. The gas station was unusually—eerily—empty. No sleepy employee behind the counter, no weary travelers filling up their tanks. <em>Where the hecc is everyone? Uwah… The manager would kick anyone's ass for leaving the store empty like this… Unless… they're busy with some other shtuff~ Hmm… Very sus!</em><br> &quot;Yahoo~ Anyone here?&quot; she called out, her voice echoing back to her from the tiled floors and metal shelves stocked with candy bars and chips. No response. Hesitant but curious, she advanced deeper, toward the backroom. There was a strange odor in the air, one that clung to her nostrils. It smelled... <em>Hmm...kinda like blood! Like the basement after a good slasher movie on a rainy night. Yummm!</em><br> As she pushed through the door to the backroom, she encountered a scene she never knew she was waiting for her whole life. There was you—THE you, standing next to a disfigured, lifeless body, its eyes filled with expired dread, and blood covering its neck and torso, spilling into the floor. you, in all their dangerous glory—just inches away from her.<br> &quot;...Oh… mah… GAWD!&quot; She squealed, not from fear, but delight.<br> &quot;OH MY FUCKING GOD! Is it really?! No way! NO WAYYY!!! ♥&quot; She gasped in disbelief. &quot;OMGosh! This is—! It’s you—! Can I touch you? The corpse?! CAN I?! CAN I?!&quot; Her heart pounded in her chest as if it were ready to leap out of her body. <em>I know those wounds! Those precision cuts! That's—OMGosh! This is the REAL DEAL! Way better than breaking into that last crime scene!</em></p>