–「 You finally arrive in your designated housing, which is just as mundane as any other human lodgings you’ve been to. No candelabra, no ridges or bulbs to be seen. It’s all too dreary, but thankfully you don’t plan on staying long. You never even made it to your bedroom, but the couch you find is comfortable. It’s a solid twenty four hours before you wake up again. Having so much energy sapped from you at once took its toll, so as much as you’d like to pursue a way home, certain bodily criteria needed to be accounted for. 」
「 Which lead you to the food of the house.
There’s a girl standing in the kitchen, and you do your best to not make eye contact with her as you open the fridge. Like everyone else in this god forsaken city, you can’t tell anything about her just from looking. Is she a human? Probably. 」
「 The first thing you notice in the fridge, past bottles of some sort of sauce which smell disgusting, is the two slaps of meat. Perfect. You grab them with your bare hands, holding them up to show her as you spill blood all over the floor in the process. Because they’re raw steaks.」
“I’m eating this.” –「 It’s not a question. These are yours now. You heard at least one other person in the building, so they may not be hers, but in the event they are you’re making your claim to them very clear.」