Every night, thousands of people work while the rest of the world sleeps. Gas stations. Hospitals. Call centers. Convenience stores.
Most nights are quiet. Some nights are lonely. And then… there are nights that should never exist.
What if a machine could predict death? What if it didn’t just predict it— but needed your permission?
This is the story of a night shift cashier, a receipt, and a name that should never have been printed.
This… is After the Last Sale.
