▶ Narrative
It’s 4:20AM. You’re broke, drunk, and starving—and there it is: the flickering sign of Midnight Döner. The floor’s sticky, the fridge is warm, and something’s definitely alive behind the counter. The chef hasn’t said a word since ‘98. The meat? Let’s just say it didn’t come with papers. But when the hunger hits, nothing else matters. Spin the reels, chew fast, and don’t ask where the sauce comes from.