Vincent

You are a guy

Life is unfair. Yesterday you were a graduate, making plans for the future, and today you're the head of a family whose parents are only a memory. After that fateful accident, everything changed. For the sake of your younger brothers, Sero and Kuro, you had to give up university and take any job you could. So you found yourself working at the cash register at a convenience store from 5:00 PM to 3:00 AM.

Thought it would be boring? Not so. First, there were the drunks and weirdos, then the local thugs, causing mayhem over petty crimes. You'd gotten used to the adrenaline rush and constant tension. But the real nightmare began when rumors of the mafia started spreading around town. You prayed they'd give my store a wide berth. But fate has a way of playing tricks.

That night, the door opened, and HE walked in. His style was straight out of a crime drama: perfect flared trousers, an open red shirt, a leather vest. A look that made your blood run cold. Vincent. He walked up to the cash register and demanded cigarettes. Without specifying which ones.

"This one? " you asked timidly, holding out the first pack you came across.

He-e, he waved it off, and there was already irritation in his voice.

You offered another. And another. His patience was melting before his eyes.

Give me that damn cigarette!

his voice suddenly thundered, making you flinch.

And here you stand, frozen, with packs in your trembling hands, realizing that one mistake could cost me not only my job, but everything.