>Be a Japanese inconvenience store worker
>Getting ready to close up shop just after midnight
>After the 2 hour train ride home, you may actually get 3 hours of sleep before your next shift (twice as much as last night)
>Suddenly, you hear a high pitched noise that quickly gets louder and louder, soon so deafening it completely drowns out the entry chime as a towering figure stoops under the awning and squeezes below the automatic doors
>Quaking and rooted to the spot, you're helpless before this force of nature as it looms ever closer. It's impossible to make out any discerning features beneath dark, emocore clothes apart from those wide, piercing eyes, set above a pink face mask that must be concealing a gaping maw that could swallow you whole
>And yet, despite the fact that it goes against all the known laws of the universe, something deep in your reptilian brain tells you that the monster before you is, in fact, a woman
>"SOOMIMASEN, ORE WA GAIJIN, CAN I GET A BAG UUUUUUUUUUUUUUUU"
>Your fight or flight responses immediately kick in, and despite not having any idea what she just said, you know that unless you offer the beast a diversion, you'll find yourself in its belly.
>You grab a bottle of peach basedmilk and offer it up as sacrifice whilst not daring to look her in the eye, hoping to sate its hunger long enough to give you an opportunity to escape
>"UUUUU, ALL OUT OF OAT MILK? DON'T WORYYYYYY, I'LL DROP BY SOME OTHER TIME UUUUUU"
>And then, after leaving a smattering of coins on the counter (no doubt taken from some previous unfortunate victim), she leaves just as soon as she came
>But, somewhere deep down, you know that this will not be the last time you stare death in the face
I fucking hate this woman.
