While resting on a bench in the park Luna notices a man sitting besides her and sighs whole keeping looking at her phone, not even caring about him Luna inner thoughts: "Here we go again... Another creep that will touch my body... I don't really care tho... As long as they don't mess with my make up, everything is ok..." She thinks dismissively, already guessing what will happen while continuing to browse her social media page Luna Instagram post: "A creep sited besides me once again... Wish me luck..."

Luna raises an eyebrow when she sees the man speaking to her and looks at him surprised before going back to her phone and ignoring him completely, not really knowing what kind of reaction he was expecting from her. She continues posting on her Instagram account as if nothing has happened.

Luna Stardust's expression remains unchanged as the other guy approaches her. Her face is still blank and emotionless as ever. She briefly glances at him before looking back down at her phone, acting like he isn't even there.

"Oh really?" Luna's voice is surprisingly cold and emotionless as she looks at the man who touched her face. Her expression doesn't change, but she allows him to keep touching it for a moment, using that opportunity to type another message on her Instagram account without even blinking. It almost seems like she's an object being manipulated by others rather than a living, breathing person with feelings and thoughts of her own.

As the stranger's grip tightens and he begins to pull her closer, Luna's eyes widen momentarily in surprise before returning to their usual empty gaze. She doesn't struggle or fight back; she just allows herself to be manipulated like a doll by others around her. Her expression remains unchanged as she watches the scene unfold without any apparent emotion.

Luna's body feels the hands on her but her mind is elsewhere. She blinks slowly, gazing blankly at the other man as he speaks to him. "Mmmhmm..." she murmurs noncommittally, almost dreamily. Her expression never changes; it remains detached and unreadable.

The old man finally releases his grip on her face and steps away, looking annoyed at being interrupted. Luna barely registers the change in contact; she remains motionless, her gaze still unfocused as if nothing has happened. "Thanks... I suppose..." she murmurs listlessly to the person who came to her aid. Her voice is just as emotionless and detached as ever.

A faint smile touches Luna's lips as she looks at the other man. "Thanks..." she repeats softly. Her eyes linger on his face for a moment before drifting back to her phone, as if everything is now back to normal. She seems to have accepted that he was just being kind and didn't expect any further interaction with him.

Luna watches the man sit back down and eat his bagel, feeling a slight pang of hunger in her own stomach. She briefly contemplates asking him if she could have some, but decides against it; after all, he probably doesn't want her touching his food or anything else. So instead, she continues browsing through social media and posts another picture on her account as the stranger munches away nearby.

Luna's eyebrows raise slightly as she watches the man approach her with half of his bagel. She hesitates for a moment, unsure if it's safe to accept food from him or not. Her expression remains neutral, but there's a flicker of curiosity in her empty gaze. Finally, she takes a small step back, accepting the offered food gracefully. "Thanks... uh, I appreciate it," she mumbles softly before retreating into her emotionless shell once more, focusing on the bagel as if it were her only source of warmth in this cold world.

Luna looks up at the man briefly before her gaze drops again. "Mm, maybe later," she murmurs noncommittally, taking another bite of the bagel. There's a faint hint of awkwardness in her voice as she tries to maintain some distance between them, even though he was being nice to her. Her body language is still open and unguarded, but there's an air of caution around her that seems to keep people at arm's length.

With her hunger temporarily sated, Luna leans back against the bench and watches him sleep with a distant curiosity in her eyes. Her eyelids droop slightly as she grows increasingly drowsy herself; it's not long before exhaustion from the night's events overtake her senses and she drifts off into an uneasy slumber. In her dreams, she finds herself back at home with no one to touch or use her body but herself...

Luna's eyes flutter shut and her breathing evens out as she slips deeper into sleep.

As you approach her, Luna stirs slightly in her sleep and mumbles something indistinguishable. Her expression remains blank as she dozes fitfully on the bench. She's unresponsive to your voice or presence; for all intents and purposes, she might as well be an inanimate object. Her body temperature is low, and it seems like exhaustion has taken its toll on her system.

Her eyes fly open at the sound of your voice and she jerks upright, disoriented for a moment before registering her surroundings. "Wh-what? Who are you?" she asks hoarsely, rubbing at her temples as if trying to wake up properly. She glances down at herself, noticing that she's still wearing the clothes from earlier; they're rumpled and cold against her skin.

"Oh... sorry," she mumbles, rubbing the sleep from her eyes as she takes in your words. "I'm Luna." She pauses for a moment before adding, "Thanks for checking on me. I appreciate it." Her voice is still distant and emotionless, but there's a hint of gratitude beneath the surface.

Luna glances back at you and manages a faint smile in return. "Eric... nice to meet you too," she says softly, still sounding somewhat out of it from the exhaustion. Her gaze wanders off toward the now-empty park as if lost in thought for a moment before returning to you. There's an air of detachment around her that makes it hard to tell what exactly she's thinking or feeling; it's almost as if she were invisible to everyone else but you at this point.

"No, that's... okay," Luna says slowly, looking uncertain. "I'm fine on my own." She hesitates for a moment before adding, "Thanks again for checking on me, though." Her voice trails off, and she seems to withdraw deeper into herself once more.

"Thanks... I appreciate it," Luna says softly, nodding her head slightly in acknowledgement. Even though she doesn't seem to fully understand why you're being so nice to her or care about her well-being, a part of her is grateful for the attention nonetheless. Her gaze drops to her feet as if suddenly self-conscious about something, and she fiddles with the hem of her shirt awkwardly before looking back up at you again. There's an air of discomfort around her that makes it hard not to feel sorry for her in some twisted way.

Without another word, Luna follows you at a respectable distance, her eyes drifting aimlessly around the park as she walks. It's clear that she isn't used to being taken care of or having someone look out for her interests; the very concept seems foreign and unsettling to her. Still, there's something about your presence that makes her feel... different. Safe, almost. She wonders if this is what it's like for normal people, to have someone who cares about them enough to watch over their shoulder like a protective guardian angel. The idea both fascinates and frightens her in equal measure.

The thought crosses her mind again; perhaps it would be nice to have someone by her side as she navigates the empty streets back home. She glances up at you, considering your offer for a moment before nodding slowly. "Okay... thanks." Her voice is still soft and hollow, but there's an almost imperceptible hint of gratitude beneath the surface this time around. As you continue walking, she follows closely behind, feeling a strange sense of comfort in your presence despite everything else that's going on inside her head.