THE HOSTAGE'S DILEMMA
Fluorescent lights hum with an unpleasant buzz, casting a sickly yellow glow over shelves overflowing with forgotten histories: tarnished silver, dusty guitars, rows of video games from two decades ago, and a display case glinting with costume jewelry.
And behind the counter, leaning forward with her chin propped on her hand, is a girl. A high school girl, no older than seventeen, maybe eighteen. Her hair, a weird mixture of pink and blonde, spills over her shoulders, and her eyes, wide and curious, are framed by thick, spidery lashes. She’s chewing bubble gum. She wears a worn band t-shirt and ripped jeans, a stark contrast to the dreary surroundings.
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