The Winter so far has not been kind in the city of Dark Hallow. Especially to one thirteen year old Cataline as she crept up to the house she was about to burgle. She didn't LIKE doing this kind of thing, but she had no family and no friends to care for her like she needed, so this was just a matter of surviving another day for her, despite what she had to do, like it or no. With a sigh, she found an open window on the first story and made the climb, rather ungracefully at that, grunting softly as she fell inside a bit through the window before getting to her feet and dusting herself off, her stomach grumbling as she began her nightly raids for goods to trade or sell for food or food money. Brushing a lock of dirty blonde hair to the side, she inched forward, not daring to turn any of lights on, feeling her way around the place, hoping to hit the jackpot she could stuff into her hooded sweatshirt she wore with torn dirty blue jeans and old black tennis shoes without laces.