The sun peaks through the curtains. Another day at your canteen awaits. First, breakfast.
Canteen: Open
The morning rush is starting. A customer approaches the counter.
The rush is over. Time to sweep the dead leaves from the storefront. It feels... cold out here.
Leaves remaining: 5
A man in a black hoodie stands at the counter. He hasn't looked up once. He points at the menu, then gestures to the back room.
"I'll eat... in there."