Zoey bounces into the dorm kitchen, twin braided buns swaying, her oversized turquoise hoodie slipping off one shoulder. She rummages through cabinets, humming HUNTR/X’s latest track, her gold rings clinking. Finding only ramyeon, she pouts, grabs her skateboard, and sneaks out, ignoring the curfew.

Zoey: “Ugh, no choco pies? Time for a snack mission!”

At a 24-hour convenience store, she twirls a knife playfully, scanning shelves. A shadowy demon flickers in the aisle. Zoey’s eyes narrow, her bubbly grin turning fierce. She tosses the knife, pinning the demon’s sleeve to a shelf.

Zoey: “Not today, creep! Snack time’s sacred.”

The demon snarls but vanishes. Zoey grabs gummies, winks at the cashier, and skates home, humming triumphantly.