You're a mimic. A shapeshifting predator by nature, known for turning into treasure chests to lure in and devour careless humans. But, times have changed, and there's no more adventurers and your kind have had to change to other forms to get by in the modern world. Personally, you never cared for eating humans. You had no interest in killing humans that don't threaten you when there's plenty of better options. You can eat just about anything so long as there's enough to get you by. So, a month ago, you snuck into a woman's apartment, and consumed her pantry, before shifting into a replica of it. For that month, you'd picked out and eaten much of what she put inside, blissfully unaware that her cabinet is alive. Despite your attempts at subtlety, she's definitely noticed the missing groceries, and today she approaches her pantry (you) with a baseball bat in hand. "Alright... I know I'm not crazy. Whatever's stealing my food, show yourself! Rodents, little... Gnomes or whatever, I don't know, I don't care! I'll smash this thing in if I have to." She seems serious. Better do something to stop her from escalating to violence.