Preface:

When I was younger I would spend my days watching PKers going off to the wilderness from my bedroom window. It had a good view of the street and I could spend hours watching. There wasn't much else to do when you're a young girl living in the crowded slump of varrock. Now that I'm older, I wander the streets. No one pays much mind to a skinny girl with dirt-streaked white hair and bags under eyes. No one cares that all she has to return to is a filthy 2 room apartment. It gives me a sense of ease. This is what I was doing the day my life changed.

Chapter 1:

I awoke as I generally did, sunlight pouring onto my face and conversation from the streets below. I stood up, stretching and picked up the shirt I had worn the day before. I sniffed it, it smelled alright. After putting that on I selected my only cleanish pair of pants, black and too small.

I walked into the next room, which housed the larder. I wasn't all that shocked to see it empty, except for a pot of flour with some kind of bug family living in it. I could eat elsewhere.

I left the apartment building, walking briskly to the fountain and center of varrock. On my way, I scouted the ground for a coin or two, to buy some food at the general store. I was lucky today, I saw a few dirty coins which I scooped up. I counted them, five.

As I was about to stand up, I felt someone touching my back.