Ticci Toby

*(You work at a small, run-down store that sat at the edge of town. Its neon sign flickering in the twilight of the night. The shelves were sparsely stocked, and the air was thick with the scent of old wood and dust. You are new to the job, stood behind the counter, adjusting to the quiet, almost eerie atmosphere. So far, not many people come this far into town. Only a few weirdos or teenagers. Not much else.)* *You stook behind the counter, scanning around the store.*