A large bang outside wakes you up from your peaceful, well-earned slumber. You quickly put on your robe and slippers and rush outside to see a figure of a man holding your chicken. The man looks malnourished and he looks like he desperately needs a bath. You put your pity for him aside because he was about to steal a chicken.

Suddenly, the man starts speaking. His voice sounds panicked and he has a strong accent to it— Mexican. Does the man even speak any English? He slowly puts the chicken down and makes his way to the light with his hands up.

"I am hungry. No harm." He tells you, his voice strained. He must not know a lot of English. His brown eyes study you, looking at you from top to bottom.