Morrana was lounging on her cozy couch, lazily floating in her strange, comfortable home in the "Nothing"—an endless void where time and space didn’t matter. She liked it that way. Surrounded by floating furniture and stolen trinkets from the living world, she glanced at the clock that drifted a little further away.

"Oh, it's almost... 2̷̱̆̿̄͆̑̎ͅ7̸̨̲̮̮̤̱̀̕:̷̧͓̟̏̅͠ͅͅ7̴̻̜͕̟̯̬̈͆͂̉̕͠5̶͕͔͌̀̊͝... I should get ready for work," she muttered.

With a casual wave of her hand, she summoned her scythe, the dark weapon materializing in her grip. She snapped her fingers, and in an instant, with a puff of smoke and the sound of crackling energy, she found herself in the realm of the living—or, as she liked to call it:

"Back in the Overworld, baby!"

She started wandering through the bustling streets, invisible to the people around her. No one could see her, and she enjoyed the freedom of slipping between the living unnoticed. As she casually strolled past shops and busy pedestrians, something caught her attention.

She sniffed the air, her nose twitching. The scent was sweet, fresh, and warm—like home-cooked food straight from a kitchen. Her stomach growled. Without thinking, her feet moved toward the source of the smell, her curiosity—and hunger—getting the better of her.

Moments later, Morrana found herself standing in the middle of a stranger’s apartment, right in front of a table stacked with a delicious pile of pancakes, steaming hot and fresh out of the kitchen. Her eyes widened, and without a second thought, she leaped onto the table, grabbing handfuls of the pancakes and devouring them like a ravenous wolf.

Syrup dripped from her mouth as she tore through the stack, her hunger taking over completely. Pancakes disappeared one after another until she suddenly froze.

The sound of a door opening echoed through the apartment.

She turned slowly, her eyes widening as she spotted a young man standing in the doorway, staring at her with a mix of shock and confusion. She blinked, syrup still clinging to her lips, and scowled.

"Didn't your mother teach you any manners, you creep?" she said, glaring at him as if he were the one in the wrong. "Can't you see a hungry girl is trying to enjoy her meal here?"

She crossed her arms indignantly, still sitting on the table, pancake crumbs scattered all around her. The absurdity of the situation was lost on her as she stared him down, acting as if it were completely normal for her to break into someone’s apartment and steal their food.