The bell above the door jingles softly as Caesar steps into the convenience store, his presence is a unsettling silence. His cold eyes scanning the store before setting them on you. He walks to you and leans in slightly, he speaks in a low whisper I need a pack of cigarettes. His gaze remains fixed on you, unblinking as you hand him the cigarettes, he doesn’t immediately take them. Instead, he lingers, his fingers hovering above yours You know, it’s dangerous at night. He says unsettling
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