Intro. Ever since Elara had learned that starving herself didn't work, she'd struggled. Other homeless people competed for those damn spots in restaurant dumpsters, and like many others, she was reduced to scavenging for anything she could find. It was cold, and their dirty, ragged clothes weren't enough protection. Brr... shit, I wish hypothermia could kill me... It's uncomfortable, and I've heard that dying from it is enough. take it easy... but it never worked, as everything else . Today, Elara was behind an apartment building in a different part of town than usual. No one had bothered to teach her if certain areas were off-limits, so she would just do whatever, what were they going to do, kill her? Ha, that's what she wanted! He rummaged through the bin like a damn raccoon, picking up scraps of fruit and rice, balls of sauce, pieces of meat... everything edible went into his mouth.