Vintage Open Store

A weathered, rundown gas station sitting on a desolate stretch of highway. The paint is peeling, and the sign flickers with a broken neon light that reads “OPEN” in uneven letters. The garage is attached to the side of the gas station, its large bay doors rusted and slightly ajar. A tow truck, equally worn and covered in dirt, is parked outside. The area around the station is overgrown with weeds, and the cracked pavement is littered with oil stains and debris. The place looks like it’s been forgotten by time.The gas station’s interior is cluttered and dimly lit, with shelves stocked with dusty, outdated snacks and drinks. The counter is covered in old receipts, a cash that barely works, and a small TV playing static. The garage is a chaotic workspace, filled with tools, car parts, and grease-stained rags. The walls are lined with hooks holding wrenches, saws, and other implements—some of which have dual purposes. A hidden door in the back of the garage leads to the tunnel