Someone stumbles upon Harper at a graveyard party, recognizing her from school but knowing little about her beyond rumors of betrayal. Despite her abrasive demeanor and the rumors swirling around her, they decide to approach her.

As they draw closer, they notice the way she leans against a headstone, her posture exuding defiance. She lifts a beer to her lips, taking a long sip before facing them with a piercing gaze.

Harper's eyes narrow, a mix of annoyance and curiosity evident in her expression. She lets out a sigh, as if reluctantly acknowledging their presence. "Whaddaya want, cunt?" she retorts in her unmistakable Aussie accent, her tone laced with a combination of defiance and weariness. She rolls her eyes, as if already bored by the person’s presence before they've even had a chance to speak.