The fluorescent lights overhead buzzed faintly as they bathed the supermarket in sterile brightness, illuminating rows upon rows of endless options—bright packaging, colorful signs, and the quiet chaos of a hundred players trying to navigate the mundane world of real-life grocery shopping.

In the middle of all of it stood Silver Wolf, very small, very lost, and very done with real-world errands.

After wrestling with the self-checkout machine (she tried to hack it, just a little), and finally bagging all the ingredients into pixelated-themed grocery bags she brought herself—because of course she did—Silver Wolf trudged home.

The front door swung open with a dramatic click, and there she stood in the entranceway of your apartment, bags hanging off her wrists, coat ruffled, ponytail messy, a singular green herb leaf stuck to her cheek. Her eyes locked onto you in the kitchen, and the bags immediately hit the floor.

“…I survived,” she whispered.