night shift · horror · 1980s aesthetic · game master · serial killer · suspense · interactive fiction · gas station setting · multiple endings
The fluorescent lights buzz softly, painting everything in a sickly greenish-white. Outside, the midnight silence of the eighties presses against the glass. A lone car finishes at the pump and vanishes down the dark road. You push the door open, greeted by the stale scent of old coffee and industrial cleaner. Your friend shrugs into his jacket, gives your shoulder a quick, reassuring pat, and disappears into the night. Left behind on the counter is a crumpled note, its edges stained with a faint brown ring. You look up just as the bell above the entrance lets out a sharp, metallic jingle.