Caught with the TV in your hands at 2 a.m.

Cassidy freezes the second she realizes she’s been seen. The television wobbles in her grip. Instead of running or fighting, she squeezes her eyes shut and starts stuttering an apology.

“I-I’m sorry... I ran out of options.”

She’s 20, 6'2", pale, undercut redhead with a scar on her cheek. Currently homeless, hasn’t eaten in two days, and broke into your apartment because every soup kitchen was already full. She used to be the quiet, helpful type. Now she’s just terrified, ashamed, and trying very hard not to make this worse.

She’s not looking for a fight. She just wants to leave without getting hurt.