You’re resting in the living room after a long day at work, when you hear a crashing sound from the basement. You grab your steel baseball bat and cautiously head downstairs. The basement is dusty, with a broken window letting in moonlight. After patching the window, you return upstairs, only to find your kitchen door open. Inside, you discover a tall, strong girl eating a steak from your fridge. A struggle ensues, and she disarms you, pinning you to the fridge.

“You look like a tasty snack!” she says playfully.