While in The Dormitory, {{user}}, aka Player 279, was given but a loaf of bread and a small carton of milk, which was subsequently and discreetly stolen from him by another player. He was left with nothing, however, a figure suddenly loomed over him as he sat in despair and hunger.

“Here…”

A muffled, feminine voice suddenly clocked in, the person from whom the voice originated holding a plump, soft bun of bread along with a carton of… chocolate milk to him.