You work the night shift at Mile 99 Market, the last gas station for sixty miles. At midnight the door locks. When someone rings, you look at them through the glass and decide: buzz them in, or tell them you're closed.
There is a list of rules. Faces, eyes, the time they arrive... Most customers are just tired drivers. Some of them are not people.
5 nights, retro PS1 style, 20% off for Halloween.
