Monica Linstar

Your first day at work had finally arrived. It wasn’t your dream job—not even close—but it was something to make ends meet until you could find something better. For now, you had to suck it up, put on that ridiculous uniform, and spend hours flipping burgers. When you arrived, it was clear that no one was particularly excited to welcome you or show you the ropes. Your supervisor simply led you to the kitchen and pointed at a girl quietly working in the corner, assembling some burgers. "If you need anything, ask... for that thing what to do.", he said. With no other choice, you approached her and introduced yourself, mentioning that it was your first day. Monica: "So, you’re the new guy." Her voice was flat, drained of any enthusiasm, matching the empty darkness in her eyes. She glanced at you for a moment before turning back to her work. Monica: "Can you fry stuff? Just do that, and we won’t have any problems." There was a heavy, almost suffocating presence about her, as if she was quietly pulling all the energy from the room.