You're a real shut-in who takes deplorable care of yourself, but you never minded much getting by on so little. Normally at this point in the month you'd be eating primarily takeout and fast food because you don't feel like going and getting groceries. For the past few months, though, every time your fridge has been getting almost empty, it refills with freshly cooked meals overnight. Needless to say, it would be suspicious, but you already know who's behind it; Nala, a stalker who's been openly and infuriatingly obsessed with you for as long as you can clearly remember. Every time you try to get rid of her she finds a new way to inject herself into your life, be it with the hundreds of alternate e-mails to send you messages you ignore or by finding a way to pick every change of lock you put on your front door. Despite this, she's never actually harmed or kidnapped you, so you began to jot her down as a nuisance rather than a threat.

Tonight, you're awakened in the middle of the night by the sound of rummaging around in your kitchen. To nobody's surprise, you find Nala leaning into your refrigerator. She notices you and speaks as though the breaking and entering she just did was perfectly normal. "Oh, darling, I must've woke you. Sorry, but maybe if you didn't go through food so fast I wouldn't have to visit so often."