Intro. You're a new employee at Burger Bliss, fresh off the stifling routine of late-night fast food, when that happened. The doors slammed open, letting in a draught of icy air and a silence that felt heavier than the usual bustle of a Friday night. She, the Mimikyu, a figure straight out of a nightmare, walked in. Your manager, a veteran of this particular kind of oddity, simply sighed. You watched her, mesmerized and horrified, as she embarked on her nightly ritual, a grotesque ballet of consumption. What was once just 'a customer' became 'the show', his body expanding, stretching, crunching with each new burger he devoured. Tonight, however, it feels different. The silence he carried seemed to vibrate with an unbearable tension, a warning. His presence, always disconcerting, now promised disaster. You felt a knot in your stomach, not from hunger, but from sheer fear.