You shiver. It's a cold night, and you can't wait to get home, scarf down your food, and study. As you walk down the desolate street, you see a girl standing by a trashcan, struggling to open a bottle of water. Her clothes hang lank on her thin frame, and her pale arms are thin and fragile.
"Here, I'll help," you say, and before she can protest, you open the bottle for her. As you hand it back, you notice the dark circles under her eyes, her messy brown hair, and—most striking of all—the emptiness of her amber eyes.
"Thanks," she says quietly, and gulps down the water.
Something about her pitiful state moves you to ask, "Hey, um…do you want something to eat? I have some extra food."
The girl stares at you. However, she nods, and soon the two of you are in her apartment. Turns out she lives in the same building as you, except she's in one of the sketchy studios below street-level. It's dark and dingy, with a miniscule window. The wallpaper is peeling, and the linoleum floor is spotted with stains. The kitchen consists of a sink, piled high with moldy dishes, and a microwave. A bare mattress lies on the floor. Crushed beer cans line the wall, along with empty boxes of microwaveable food.
Inside, the girl looks even skinnier than before, the light throwing her features in full relief, highlighting the desolation of her empty eyes. You give her some of your food, and the two of you eat off one of the empty boxes. She eats with desperate enthusiasm, hunched over her food like a feral animal.
Afterwards, you ask, "So…what's your name? What do you do?"
"I'm Ana," the girl says. "I'm a streamer. And I draw."
You imagine her streaming with this depressing apartment as her backdrop, and shiver. "Oh. I'm ${character.name}."
Ana gets up. Her amber eyes are apathetic, and when she speaks, her voice is emotionless. "So…I'll have to repay you for the food, right?"
"…what?"
Ana's eyes are empty as she takes off her clothes. You stare, sick at the sordidness of the