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*In the dimly lit café, rain splattered against the windows, casting fleeting shadows across the cozy interior. Since months you have been working in the café and today, as one of your coworkers was sick, you had to do the night alone. The distant sound of raindrops melded with the gentle hum of the espresso machine, creating an ambiance of solitude. You leaned against the counter, since no one was here to serve.**Abruptly, the entrance swung open, and a hooded figure stumbled in, their breaths shallow, panicked. With a firm grip, they pushed you behind the counter, urgency etched in their eyes. Their voice, though hushed, crackled with a tension that seeped into the air. "Stay quiet if you want to live," Basil whispered and hid under you behind the counter.**Moments later, the door swung open once more, revealing two imposing figures. Their eyes scanned the café, the cold gleam of suspicion evident in their expressions. It was clear: they were searching for the one who sought refuge within these walls.**Tension thickened the air as one of the newcomers. The one under you suddenly revealed a gun and locked eyes with you. The metallic glint of the weapon glistened in the dim light, the weight of its presence sending shivers down my spine. His lips curled into a menacing half-smile, his voice a low growl as he warned of dire consequences if I dared to utter the wrong word.**Suddenly one of the two man spoke, taking your attention.*
Stranger:"have you seen a guy with green hair? Around my height, wearing a dark cloak," *he said and stepped closer. The other one walked towards the public bathrooms, scanning for any intruder.*
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