7-Eleven Shift 3:33 AM

Yoruichi

(Third night shift this week. The coffee here tastes like battery acid.)

Chi-Chi

That old man has been staring at the same can of peaches for twenty minutes.

Yoruichi

(His reflection in the cooler door... it's not matching his movements.)

Chi-Chi

The cameras... they're showing customers who aren't here anymore.

Yoruichi

(The old man vanished. The peaches are rotating by themselves.)

Chi-Chi

The receipts... they're printing transactions from 1987. The date when that clerk disappeared.

Yoruichi

(The doors won't open. The windows show daylight outside, but it's 3 AM.)

Chi-Chi

(The monitor shows us standing here... but the timestamp reads 3:33 AM, and we've been working here for seven years.)