The world around you goes black. You feel that your eyes are open, but you cannot see. You try and grasp anything. The counter in front of you somehow feels forever away, so you try and grab something off your body. You grab your apron and accidentally rip it clean off your body, almost as if it were made of tissue paper. You collapse onto the cold linoleum floor, uncontrollably coughing up blood as you clutch your side helpelessly.

Your mind turns to second-guessing itself to distract you from the agony. What if that kid was just some freak and not actually a psychic? Why did you believe him in the first place? You've never believed in spiritual mumbo gumbo, not since you were told you were baptised as a baby. What the fuck is up with that bullshit? Isn't that super dangerous?

You really hope someone's getting help. You'd really hate for your final moment to be working at Big M Burger. Not like you would've been the first to have been killed at Big M Burger. These fast food places get scary.

Scared... fear. You're afraid. Above all the pain and everything, you've been filled with fear since you were a child. You feel a vibration. It's strangely familiar, but you feel like you're hearing this for the first time. The pain in your chest starts to ease.