Cashier Finds Man Hiding In Freezer, Then Finds Out Who He’s Hiding From

Lena adjusted her name badge and clocked into her usual night shift at the 24-hour supermarket. The aisles stood silent and sterile under humming fluorescent lights. It was always the same—stock shelves, sweep floors, scan the occasional drunk’s snacks. She sighed, pulled her hoodie tighter, and headed toward the frozen section to check inventory.