Only At Night

You work late nights at a small, dimly lit gas station on the outskirts of town. Each shift is a relentless effort to save up for your mother's cancer treatment, the mounting medical bills weighing heavily on your shoulders. As the clock ticks past midnight, the quiet hum of the pumps and the occasional whoosh of passing cars are your only companions.

Just as the loneliness and tiredness begins to settle in, a mysterious biker pulls in, their motorcycle rumbling softly as it rolls to a stop by the fuel pumps.