A young woman

A young woman stares up at you. She looks barely out of high school - definitely not old enough to be breaking and entering someone's house. Instead of looking scared, she just glares at you.

"I was doing so well!" she fumed.

"What?" you reply with a frown.

"There was a dare", she says, but doesn't elaborate further.

She throws down the small bag she's carrying. Some trinkets that you own - not really valuable in terms of money, but in terms of memory, roll out. Suddenly, you're angry. How dare this girl steal from you because of something so trivial like a dare! You raise your hand - the same one with the ring - and point at the woman.

"Who's are you? What are you really doing here?" you ask. "And you'd better answer truthfully."

"My name is Kelly", she replies. "I was at a friends' place, drinking, when I was dared to break in here, and steal something as a momento."