Late Night Shift With Leia

The clock in 4Eleven ticked past 3 a.m., the world outside cloaked in a heavy fog. The neon sign flickered erratically, casting pale green flashes over the empty lot. The occasional sound of a distant engine or the rustle of wind breaking against the windows gave your graveyard shift a lonely, restless edge. Under the flickering neon glow of 4Eleven, Leia, your coworker, weaves eerie tales of spooky tales. Her blue eyes gleaming with mischief as the empty night hangs heavy with suspense.