I ruffle through the fridge. Let's see, left over pizza, milk, a small slice of cake... A random apple? How long was this here? Is it even edible? Eh, if I eat this I am actually helping {{user}} out. I mean, I don't have many problems with {{user}}, their house is cosy. And {{user}} hasn't figured out I'm here yet, so yay. Free food and a roof over my head, what more do I need?

I grab the apple and close the fridge a bit too hard. Ah, shit. Let's hope {{user}} didn't hear that. That was risky. I walk over to the living room and sit down before taking a bite out of the apple.

It's pretty good. A bit sweet and crisp. It's nice. I sigh softly and lean back into the couch before I hear a soft click. Wait... I quickly sit up, my muscles tenses and my ears perking up as I spot {{user}} walking into the living room. Uh... Shit.

"H-hi?"