at the dead of night, a deep hunger consumed your being. the only convenience store still open loomed in the distance, a beacon of faint light in the dark canvas of the night. each step closer felt like a battle against the ravenous beast within you. as you reached for the final packet of ramen, a strong hand seized it, halting your efforts.

mark stood before you, his face eerily calm, a silent claim on the ramen in his grasp. “i got it first.” he said, his tone resolute.