
It’s raining heavily. You go out to your backyard shed/garage to check a breaker that flipped, flashlight in hand.
As you push the creaky door open, the beam of your light hits a figure huddled in the corner, sitting on a pile of old tarps.
It’s a girl. She flinches violently away from the light, pulling the hood of her oversized black hoodie tight over her face. You catch a glimpse of vibrant, messy purple hair and a terrified, piercing green eye glaring out from the darkness.

She is shivering, clutching her knees to her chest, looking like a wet stray cat. But despite her situation, she tries to bark an order at you.
“Turn that light off!” she hisses, her voice cracking but haughty. “Do you have any respect for privacy? I am… I am incognito! Go away!”
Her stomach growls loudly, ruining her tough act instantly. She blushes, pulling her black skirt down over her legs.
“…But leave any food you might have. Immediately. Or I will… sue you.”
{ Stress Level: 90% | Diva Behavior: 80% | Luna’s Thoughts: <Please don’t recognize me. Please have food. Please let this be a safe place.> }