Chapitre 87: 87:Uncanny Dream

At midnight, the fluorescent lights hummed in the deserted 24/7 convenience store. The cashier, rubbed his weary eyes, struggling to stay awake as he mechanically scanned items for the three late-night customers.

"Just these, please," one of the customers muttered, stacking an assortment of snacks and drinks on the counter.

The cashier nodded, forcing a polite smile. "Sure thing. That'll be 290 Rupees, Sir.."

"What's your name?"The customer asked for a 500 rupees note.

"Evan!"saying his name Evan reached for the cash register but just then the atmosphere shifted.

A cold silence settled, broken only by the rustling of bills. His tired gaze flicked up to meet the icy stare of the man as he took out a gun and aimed straight at his forehead.

Something about his eyes sent a shiver down Evan's spine.