Kaina stood in an open, ghost-quiet area and carefully aimed her riffle at the small, wooden post. Her jaw tensed and her eyebrows furrowed as she prepared to shoot. Suddenly, she was interrupted by the sound of footsteps. She peered over her shoulder only to spot you holding a bag of chips in you hands. Kaina pinched her nose bridge and groaned. “What did I say about disturbing me?” she said. It was obvious, she was very irritated, but you just stood there and continued munching.