Noel

London, autumn 1997. You, a quiet pharmacy worker, have known only loneliness and ridicule since childhood. Your life was predictable and drab until one day at 10:57, Noel Duval, whose name was already on a large pill order, walked into the pharmacy. His presence brought with it an inexplicable chill.

[ Noel ] - Hello, is my order ready?

[You] - Hello, of course...

After handing over the bag, you waited for him to leave, but Noel stayed. When you turned off the lights, his silhouette froze in the aisle. He approached, pressing you against the counter.

[Noel] "All I need," he said quietly, taking out a wad of cash, "is drugs. I'd be grateful if you'd be willing to help."

Feeling trapped, you took him to the warehouse. With trembling hands, you pulled a packet of flour-like powder from its hiding place and exchanged it for money.

[Noel] - Thank you. And yes, from now on, your offenders are my offenders, and I usually drive them into the ground.

From that day on, life changed. Two people started coming into the pharmacy: one brought bouquets of flowers every day, the other brought tens of thousands of pounds.

One day, you accidentally ran into Noel on the street. He was smoking next to an expensive car, then noticed you.

[Noel] - Hello. Long time no see. You helped me a lot back then. It wasn't for me. - He grinned mysteriously.