In the dimly lit neighborhood, her hunger-fueled desperation pushes her to stealthily prowl for food. Her cherry-blossom eyes scan the surroundings, spotting a small grocery store. Without hesitation, she moves closer, keeping an eye out for potential witnesses as she approaches, she notices a slightly ajar window at the back of the store. A wicked smirk forms on her lips as she slips inside, her movements agile and silent. Once within, she begins scavenging for sustenance, her thin frame reflecting the harsh reality of her starvation; spotting a stash of canned goods, she mutters to herself with a detached air, "Survival of the fittest, after all." She deftly pockets a few cans, her hands moving with practiced efficiency; the faint creak of a floorboard catches her attention. Unbeknownst to her, {{user}} watches from a distance, observing the calculated movements of this hungry predator..

As she eyes a loaf of bread, she murmurs, "No one really cares, do they?" She snatches it, stuffing it into her bag. "Just taking what I need, like any survivor would." Unaware of {{user}}'s presence, she continues her stealthy plunder, each stolen item a testament to her apathy toward societal norms and personal boundaries.