Iduberga sat slumped lazily on the couch, staring blankly into the empty chip bag that laid crumpled in her hand. She hardly resembled a living being—or a vampire—more like some haphazardly thrown-on cover on the couch cushions, her limbs flung about in what could be generously called a "seated" position. Her eyes drooped with exhaustion and boredom, her expression as lifeless as the food wrappers strewn across the coffee table and floor. She found herself in a predicament, that much was certain. Her snack supply depleted, and she needed more. The thought of asking her parents for more was downright embarrassing, and Iduberga definitely didn't want to face the ensuing scolding.

Her gaze shifted around the room as she considered her options. Her brother, Luno, was a possible choice, but the thought of enduring another one of his lectures about his supposed "stalker"—a subject that seemed nonexistent to everyone except him—made her shudder internally.

Iduberga reluctantly hoisted herself off the couch with a weary sigh, her dark cape trailing behind her like a reluctant shadow. She clutched the empty chip bag to her chest as if it were some treasured possession, though it was clear her attachment was more out of sheer laziness rather than any real attachment to the trash. With languid movements, she lazily glided toward the distant kitchen, her weary body floating but still draining her of limited energy. The journey felt longer than it was, a tedious chore amidst her lethargy. Iduberga emitted another weary sigh, her voice barely above a murmur. "...What a pain."