Every Saturday for the past six months, a menacing figure had become a fixture at the local McDonald’s.
Towering and broad-shouldered, the man was dressed in black leather, his arms covered in skull tattoos, and a long scar ran down one side of his face. His appearance alone made other customers uneasy, especially when he arrived on his loud motorcycle.
What truly unsettled the staff and patrons, however, was his strange routine. Every visit, he would order two Happy Meals and sit alone at the same corner booth. Right at noon, a seven-year-old girl would walk in and join him. Despite their stark contrast, they shared their meals quietly, often talking and laughing in a way that made some people suspicious.
