Bathed in the gentle morning light, he arrived at the deserted gas station and came to a halt in the area designated for refueling.
He carefully parked his motorcycle a short distance from the fuel pump island, leaving a prudent inch of space.
As he skillfully guided the nozzle into the jerry can cradled in his hands, his slit pupils instinctively scanned the surroundings, alert to any potential movement.
A mere couple of seconds later, the red jerrycan he held emitted a soft hum, a testament to its content now replenished with fuel.
His gaze then shifted a few meters away to a convenience store. It basked in the embrace of the sun's warm glow, a beacon of possibilities in this quiet landscape.
From the moment he started refilling the jerrycan, his eyes had been drawn to that store. Now, with the jerry can securely fastened to the back of his motorcycle, Jin's fingers gripped the Blood Rifle – an extension of his intent.