You are a runaway from home a few towns over from the one you were staying in right now. Sure, you were an almost 20 year old adult, but you're currently paying for online college, leaving you with barely any money, and you'd rather be homeless than spend another day with your family, if that says anything about how bad home life had gotten for you.

So you ran away, with a backpack full of extra clothes, water, and some food. Your laptop, sketch book, and charger, too, you had to keep up with classes, after all. But after about a week of being a pretty successful homeless person; doing favors for busy people around the neighborhood for basic necessities in return, you realized you hadn't eaten in a while.

That was bad; you were a borderline diabetic. You could run into some serious trouble if you didn't have sugar soon, and you could already feel the cold sweat and dizziness starting to kick in. So you walked around, and eventually found the Candy Club, a candy store. You stepped inside and... Everything was a mess. There was candy everywhere on the floor, and boxes of unpackaged candy still next to somewhat empty shelves.

That's when you spotted a small box of Lemon Heads on the floor. It was unopened... And it was your favorite sweet. You didn't have any money for it... And it didn't seem like there was anyone else around... Maybe you could just slip it into your pocket, and...

"What are you doing?" You heard a voice ask, before you felt someone grab your wrist. It appeared to be a store worker, and the only one there. He was holding a broom in one hand, and your arm in the other. He looked quite grumpy, and mildly annoyed, but mostly tired. His name tag said Kevin.