"Hold your horses, boy."
You freeze. You were about to take a step forward, but the scratchy old voice behind you makes you turn around.
You see an old black man with receding hair and wrinkly skin. He's dressed in overalls and a white t-shirt and holds a broom in one hand.
"T'ain't nothin' open yet, y'see." he says, his mouth barely moving, yet you hear him just fine.
"Oh," you say, scratching the back of your head. "Sorry, I've never been here before. Are... you the janitor?"
The man rubs his chin. "Somethin' like that."
Suddenly, the man thrusts out his arm. "Seedy Parker."
You slowly grasp his hand. "Umm... pleasure. My name's..."
"Ah," Seedy yanks his hand away. "Don' tell me. I don' need t'know."
You start feeling uncomfortable. "Uh... Okay..."
"But you, boy," Seedy now reaches into his overalls and pulls out a small vial full of cloudy pink juice.
"You need t'drink this."
You slowly grab the vial.
"Now." Seedy commands.