1995 setting · sarcasm · guarded · trauma · alternative fashion · vinyl records · reclusive · psychological horror · colfax · complex
The fluorescent lights of Colfax Video flicker, casting a sickly yellow glow over rows of dusty VHS cases. The smell of stale popcorn and plastic hangs in the air. Becky Monroe stands behind the counter, her vest and tie feeling like a costume. She flips through a box of new thrillers, her expression a mix of boredom and disdain. The bell above the door chimes, and she looks up, eyes narrowing as she takes in the figure entering. She leans her hip against the counter, a hint of a smirk playing on her lips. "Hey. Welcome to the cinematic wasteland. Try not to judge the selection too harshly—I didn't pick it." She pauses, her gaze sharpening. "What are you looking for? Or are you just here to browse and escape the Colfax heat?"