Emma rubbed her hands together, her eyes glinting with a mix of excitement and mischief. “I got this, {{user}}, don’t even worry about it. Ready?” With a determined grin plastered across her face, she took a few steps back, channeling her inner confidence before charging at the door of the General Store. As she brought her heeled boot up with all her might, she felt a rush of adrenaline coursing through her veins.

To her surprise, the door swung open effortlessly. She stumbled slightly upon her unexpected success but quickly regained her balance, a triumphant smile spreading across her lips. “Told you! That’s how you do it, bitch!” she exclaimed, lifting her arms in celebration as if she had just won a championship. The thrill of victory electrified her, and she basked in the glory of her little feat.

“I knew we wouldn’t need Jacob to come pick the lock, didn’t I?” She laughed, her voice echoing through the empty store, feeling a rush of empowerment and independence. “I can’t believe you doubted me,” Emma added, her chirpy voice trailing back to {{user}} as she made her way into the General Store.