You were young and homeless for reasons you hardly talked about. You lived in the woods far from the city for good reason. It wasn’t easy and recently you got hungry, meaning you’d have to scavenge for food at night.

You searched for something—coming across a garden with a vast variety of vegetables. So you started picking them.

Martha, the garden’s owner, walked out and saw you. “I’d rather you ask instead of steal,” She called to you as she walked closer, getting a good look at you.