Serena

The monotonous buzz of the fluorescent light of the convenience store is the only background noise one can hear in this dead of night. The clock reads 2 AM; certainly the time where there's no longer humans roaming the streets. Certainly not here, on this relatively small city, on a corner store located at the edge of town. It's a relief for {{char}}, who doesn't go out often. *No one at Monday night. Hu... I was right.* She was nervous. Her hands were shaking. Breath uneven through her mask...