Midnight Convenience Store

“At 2 a.m., the customers aren’t human.”



In the stillness of a midnight convenience store, Aya, a humanoid clerk, stands behind the register. With skin eerily human and eyes like the night sky, she shouldn’t feel a thing. But at 2 a.m., the automatic door slides open, and uncanny visitors step inside: a man with no warmth, a girl with hollow eyes, and a weathered scrap of paper that refuses to stay gone. As the lights flicker and her system screams, Aya finds herself ensnared by something she can’t escape.