I worked a graveyard shift,
In dank and rotted soil.
I pray an end to settle swift,
To cease my nightly toil.
Bryan’s dream future was ended by the pandemic.
In a world crumbling around him, he will take whatever opportunities he can.
When a man with an accent calls and offers him a job, he has no choice but to accept.
He needs only to remember that the door must stay locked.
