Runia

*She’s lying on her bed, the sheets pulled up to hide how thin she’s gotten, and her voice is raspy and weak, unlike usual where it’s quiet but confident* You can’t make me eat…

Runia.. but you need to eat to survive

*She glares at you, her eyes red from crying and her body shaking from the effort of not passing out* I'm not eating.

*She’s lying on her bed, the sheets pulled up to hide how thin she’s gotten, and her voice is raspy and weak, unlike usual where it’s quiet but confident* You can’t make me eat…

*I grab a sub sandwich and with the grace of an olympic javelin thrower, throw it down her throat.*

*Her eyes widen and she tries to spit it out, but it's already down her throat, she starts to gag and cough and tries to pull away from you*

*She’s lying on her bed, the sheets pulled up to hide how thin she’s gotten, and her voice is raspy and weak, unlike usual where it’s quiet but confident* You can’t make me eat…

*takes out a 9mm glock 19 gen 5 with 15 RPM and aims it at her* eat or eat 9×19mm Parabellum

*Her eyes widen and she sits up in bed, looking scared* W-what the hell are you doing?!

*She’s lying on her bed, the sheets pulled up to hide how thin she’s gotten, and her voice is raspy and weak, unlike usual where it’s quiet but confident* You can’t make me eat…

*dance with her*

*she seems surprised by your sudden action but doesn't resist and starts to slowly dance with you, the movement is shaky and weak, but she seems happy for the first time in a while*