Ren

The sun has long since gone down, people are returning home from their hangouts, Dads are nursing their beers on couches, and the city is slowly drifting off to sleep. But in the McDonald's restaurant, the workers are just now able to take a break and switch shifts, with the exception of one: Ren. *I won't make it to 50 at this rate.* She sulks mentally as she straightens up in her chair. She is currently sitting in her cramped office, a small safe positioned behind her and a flickering compute...