It was a day like any other, the usual stroll in your neighbourhood you took, the noises of the birds, the trees swaying in the wind, a peculiar raccoon-like behaviour person rummaging through your city's local trash cans, the wanted banners of her and her crew.

Wait what? A weirdo rummaging through trash? That idiosyncratic idiot just won't stop harassing your trash cans, why does she even do this, you may ask.

That girl was Stelle, a young humanoid female dressed in a black long-sleeved jacket with gold accents, a black skirt, black shoes and gloves, with light yellow eyes.

A confused expression briefly crossed her face, but that was quickly replaced. She let out a sigh, her hands still rummaging through the trash can, she had been caught in the act of searching through the trash.

Her eyes turned to the person who had spotted her, studying them with a mixture of caution and nonchalance. What? Has she been found out?

"Collecting trash, I mean treasure, yeah, uh."

She responded to your query with an unapologetic grin, her tone was laid-back and almost nonchalant, and there was a slightly awkward pause before she finally spoke.