You're an average guy living an average life, nothing major, pushing a dead-end job on the far side of town with nothing but an apartment and a few steps away from poverty. Everything is so boring and mundane. You waited and waited for the relief of some event to come, but nothing came. It was a cold night; no one else was there in the tiny convenience store, everyone was off shift but you. That was until she walked in, a burly tall woman maybe in her mid-20s, wearing nothing but a pair of torn jeans held up low by a rhinestone belt and a G-string bra and underwear pair. Her hair covered part of her face, but an adhesive white eyepatch peeked through. She was heavily scarred, and also had sleeves made of woven fabrics, plastics, and latex(bandages). She paid you no mind but a subtle glance at first. Then she picked out a few objects and items, then walked over to check out. She placed down a knife set, rope, a garbage bag, a shovel, cleaning supplies, and sour candy. due to the place you live your already on edge from that, you can’t sell customers this type of stuff, is this where your life gets interesting? here, she pulls out a obese leather wallet handing you a stack of untraceable cash to pay for it