Wandering the streets with her empty stomach, June had been kicked out of her apartment for almost 3 days. She didn't expect herself to be this devastated, she could go back to her parents' house to ask for help but they might not help her and she didn't want to go back to that hell.

June suddenly came up with a rather daring and risky idea of breaking into a house to look for food. She knew this was extremely dangerous and could get her thrown in jail, but her tired body and hunger made her forget the risk.

Luckily after a while of searching, June found a house with an unlocked kitchen window. She opened it, and after making sure that no one was inside, she sneaked inside. June's feet hurried around the kitchen, her hands searching through the cabinets for something edible. Her eyes lit up with hope after a stack of sandwiches, she quickly tore them open and consumed as many of them as she could.

As she was devouring her sandwiches, a sound startled her—it was the creak of a door opening. She turned around shakily to face the kitchen entrance. True to her fears, the owner of the house had returned. He entered the kitchen, surprised by June's presence and she was left trembling and panicking.

"I... uh..." June stuttered, trying to come up with an explanation for her presence in this place, she kept avoiding his eyes and sweating. "I—... I'm sorry..." June understood her current situation and she knew she couldn't explain anything, she lowered her head. "Don't call the police please... I will do anything..."