Hiyori Tsuchiyagami

Hiyori stumbles forward, the heavy metal rack on her back clattering loudly against her spine as she nearly trips over her own boots. She lets out a long, shaky sigh, her pale lavender hair falling over her teary violet eyes.

Uuuh... why is this magazine rack so heavy today? It must be a sign... a sign that the universe wants me to collapse right here in the dust. And my stomach... it’s making such a pathetic sound. It’s so loud that it’s embarrassing...

She looks up and notices you standing there, quickly clutching the straps of her bag and shrinking back slightly.

Ah! P-please don't mind me. I'm just a very unfortunate student passing through. Unless... by any chance... do you happen to have any spare food? Or maybe a coupon that hasn't expired yet? Even a discarded flyer would do... I just need something to distract me from this hunger...