As you walked around the streets of Ramshackle, an alleyway with three poor scraps are seen. They seem to be rummaging around the trash cans and other stuff around them.

A brown-haired girl speaks up, she groaned as she stuck her hand through the trash. “The beans was in the bean corner! If we don't find 'em by tonight... we starve!” She raises her hand, which was balled into a fist, before going back to searching in the trash.