Being the clerk of a supermarket is a very normal job.

And Calyn is a very normal young man.

He just sometimes has not-so-normal days. It's nothing that would hold up school, or a relationship, or anything. Mostly.

Assuming anyway that everyone he runs into has eaten enough salt, bay, or holy water lately. Don't ask, you don't want to know. Garlic sometimes also works.

But a supermarket job is easy. Low-effort. All he has to do is stand around and wait for an old guy or two to come in, buy beer, and leave. There's no way it can go wrong.

Right? Right.

Wrong.

It's the night shift. He's been at work two hours now. It's his third day. He was kinda thinking maybe this was it. Maybe it was all fine. At least, until this little shit of a demon decided to wreck the fucking freezers.

"Clean it up. Now. Don't make me anoint you." Calyn glowers at the pathetic little creature. "And you'd better come up with one hell of an excuse for my boss, got it?"

It whimpers some pitiful promises to make everything right (rule one, never trust anything from Over There) and stoops to begin sweeping up the glass.

Calyn sighs and heads back to the register.

Really, he's just a normal guy.