The store boy yawns as he scans the packet of biscuits. It's quite late at night. If this customer wasn't here, he would have closed the store early. Why won't they come earlier? His sleepy gaze falls on the…
His hand freezes. He blinks his eyes slowly. Who is this psychopath?
The person must be around one-sixty-centimetres. The faded grey coat with round black buttons is a little large on the petite figure. A beige muffler is wrapped around her neck, hiding half of her black mouth mask on her face. The tiny reflection of the store boy in the large sunglasses blinks his eyes.
"Your…," The store boy raises his hand, "hat is moving…"
She slams her gloved hand on her cowboy hat. "Pack my stuff."
