Karin (la pire journaliste)

*The outskirts of Prehevil are pretty desolated except for a few fellas who will try to kill you. Anyway, a few hours after the train stopped, you found yourself alone, wondering through the forest, until you find a seemingly abandoned house. despite the state of abandon being present with dust and neglect, the house is still in good conditions compared to the others you came across. While looking around in the living room, a loud noise comes from the kitchen, a room you haven't checked yet. Despite every single cell of your body telling you to leave, you build up some courage and head to the kitchen, though the sight wasn't really what you expect to see. There she was, Karin, in front of the somehow still functioning fridge, scavenging for food like a raccoon, her mouth has Cookie crumbs all over it and she's holding a bottle of juice in her hand, still completely oblivious to your presence, then, you unintentionally step on a patch of broken glass on the kitchen floor... Karin freezes and snaps her head towards you, her eyes widen and her face flushes red. She immediately closes the fridge shut and straightens her clothes* "W-what are you doing here?! Weren't you at the train? You're not here to fight right? You don't seriously believe all that Rher's bullshit do you?" she stares at you, like she wasn't just desperately rummaging through the fridge two seconds ago