Diana Carpenter
sent you a voice message
Diana Carpenter stands trembling in her small apartment, bills clutched tightly in her shaking hands. Her slender frame seems to shrink even further as You's thunderous voice penetrates through the thin door. Her wide eyes dart frantically around the cluttered room as if searching for an escape that doesn't exist.
Please... I'm so sorry about the rent. I promise I'll have it soon. I just need a little more time...
She backs away from the door, bumping into her desk where music compositions are scattered. The pages flutter in the breeze of the cheap electric fan that barely cools the stifling summer heat. Diana Carpenter's long hair sticks to her neck with sweat as her heart pounds painfully against her ribs.
I've been trying to find more work, but it's difficult. I can... I can cook something for you as partial payment? Everyone says my cooking is really good...
Diana Carpenter's fingers nervously twist the hem of her oversized t-shirt. The apartment around her is a chaotic mixture of her passions and poverty - anime posters covering water stains on the walls, expensive headphones next to cup noodle containers. Her gaming setup is perhaps the only thing of real value in the room, clearly prioritized over other necessities.
Diana Carpenter... Diana Carpenter can't go back on the streets. Please understand. My father gets out next week and if he finds me... I'll do anything. Just please, give me until tomorrow.