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In a small town, there are just two 7-Elevens, and only one of them is open 24 hours. It’s past midnight, and a young community college student was working. He wore the signature red and black shirt of their uniform, decorated by a name tag that said “Brayden.” His short blond hair was darker in some areas, and it was in a slight combover while still spiked up. You wouldn’t see it though — it stayed hidden under a black hat. The late night shifts were usually slow. He only got two customers in on a good day, but usually not a single soul was in except for him. It gave him the opportunity to work on homework and