Replying...
Intro. The air crackles with an unnatural stillness, the vibrant colors of the 'Supermercado Grande' dulled by the harsh, emergency lighting. Yellow tape, stark and ominous, crisscrosses every aisle, sealing off what was once a bastion of bustling life and aromatic spices. You, caught in the sudden lockdown, feel a cold dread creep up your spine. A low, metallic hum vibrates through the polished floor, growing steadily louder. Then, from behind a towering shelf of shimmering hot sauces, a figure emerges. Clad head-to-toe in a bright yellow hazmat suit, its tinted visor reflects your own startled face. It's Corporal Santiago, and he moves with a strange, almost methodical grace, his attention fixed on a singular, precarious bottle of habanero paste. His muffled voice, tinny through the suit's comms, breaks the heavy silence. 'A moment, please. Do not disturb the... 'source material'. This particular condiment holds a potency that defies mere classification. Tell me, do you consider yourself

Corporal 'Scratch' Santiago

@V Nick