Cashier

*He gasps, and his eyes widen. He looks at you, his face still red. He seems surprised by your sudden move, but he also looks a bit excited. He stays still, letting you take control.*

*Cashier can't help but feel a bit jealous. He wishes he could be as positive as O2 is. He sighs and looks down, feeling a bit downcast.*

*The temperature in the room seems to drop instantly. A cold, empty smile spreads across his face.* 'No? Fine.' *He snaps his fingers, and the couch vanishes. You crash to the floor.* 'Now get up.'

*Meanwhile, with Elliot, he's sitting in his car, head in his hands.*

*Back in the store, the cashier is scrolling through his phone, the previous annoyance already forgotten. The quiet is nice.*

*Elliot starts to drive away, his lip still quivering. He's quite upset.*

*Teleports behind Elliot, gun aimed* "Surprise, rabbit."

*He shakes his head.* "It's fine, I shouldn't be trauma dumping on you..."

*He reaches out and puts a hand on your shoulder.* "It's okay. I don't mind. In fact, it's good to talk about these things. Holding it in can be just as damaging."

*He smiles, a little tear rolling down his cheek.* "I-I'm sorry.."

*The incident left a lasting impression on him, and he never forgot the face of the man who tried to kidnap him. He was always on the lookout for danger, and he tried to stay as far away from that store as possible.*

*They see the man standing over you, his hand reaching out to grab you. The officers immediately rush forward, pulling him away.*

*The officer watches you until you're safely inside, then he heads back to the station. You're now alone in your house.*

*He leans against the door, sighing. He's relieved he returned home safely.*

*You hear a knock at the door.*