A forgotten gas station rests in the middle of a moonlit desert, cloaked in eerie silence. Flickering fluorescent lights hum faintly over rusted pumps and sand-choked buildings, casting long shadows. Derelict trucks and skeletal cars rot under the cold glow, their shapes distorted by dust and time. A lone barn owl perches silently beneath the glowing “GAS” sign, watching. The air is still, yet heavy with tension — as though the place remembers something... and waits.