Rational Supermarket: My Rules Have the Final Say

After curfew, chaos reigns. My supermarket is the only pure land. Because here, the rules are defined by me. A girl covered in blood ran in and said that my best friend asked her to come to me. The pursuers are apostles of chaos who can distort reality. A few minutes later, a scavenger from the Bureau of Order broke in and accused the girl of being Chaos itself. They each presented evidence with perfect logic and no flaws. And in my communicator, there was a cold message from a person who had been missing for three years. This is far from a simple chase, but a human script carefully choreographed for me by the master of chaos "entropy", aiming to destroy the cornerstone of rationality. Someone is lying, at least one. I don't have absolute power, but I have the final say on the rules. Before the supermarket is overwhelmed by chaos, I will use reason to find the only truth. Welcome! Now, please start your performance.