“At a gas station, a stray dog tears an employee’s pants — it seemed like a simple scene of chaos… until what was hiding in the shadows was revealed.” It was almost midnight at the Crestwood gas station. Rain had been pouring relentlessly for hours, saturating the air with the scent of wet asphalt and gasoline. Inside the small neon-lit shop, two employees, Mark and Daniel, were killing time behind the counter. Exhausted, they exchanged bland jokes, as if to hold on until closing. Outside, every