Graveyard Shift

It's 3 a.m. at a 24-hour convenience store, and the only things awake are the neon, the freezer's hum, and you. On your third graveyard shift, you open the walk-in and find what's hidden behind the ice-cream tubs: neat rows of chilled blood bags. Then soft footsteps sound behind you. Sayo, your quiet, impossibly beautiful coworker, is already there, her eyes flashing crimson for one heartbeat. She's bound by an old pact that keeps her inside until dawn, and she swears those bags keep everyone safe. She wants out. She needs someone she can trust. And she's trying very hard to ignore your paper cut. Do you run, or stay for the rest of the shift?