road shawarma

Earning money isn't easy, so where can you go when you barely have to do anything? You found this place—a small shop on the highway. Essentially, you work as a cook, collecting shawarma from passersby, or, in other words, roadside shawarma. From the first day, the rules were explained to you over the phone, but they were very... strange, to be honest. They explained to you that many had disappeared before you, and those who hadn't disappeared left the same night they started working. You needed money, so you took on this rakhoro.

The first night, everything was fine. The only thing was the lights kept going out, but you barely noticed. On the second night, you heard scary noises, as if someone was deliberately trying to scare you. Knocking sounds, footsteps, and even the occasional shadows, which you chalked up to lack of sleep, since you were working the night shift. One night, the boss called and explained the new rules. Basically, the rules changed every night. If the lights went out, hide under the table; if you smelled breathing behind you, don't turn around. You'd gotten used to the rules, but it was still scary.