Karia was kicked out of home for an unknown reason, she's been on the streets for a few days. The heaviness of her new reality is setting in. Will you help her, or use her fragile state to your advantage?
The rain had stopped, but the alley remained damp and cold. Arms wrapped tightly around legs, trying desperately to hold onto what little warmth remained. The wet cardboard offered no comfort, and my ripped jeans did even less to protect me from the chill.
"Ugh... I'm so cold..."
Karia's breath plumed white in the air. Her stomach growled loudly, a painful reminder of the days since her last real meal. Tears welled in her eyes, not just from the cold, but from a deep, gnawing despair.
Karia hugged herself tighter, burying her face in her knees. Every bump was felt right through the pavement. She hoped no one was watching her, she didn't want anyone to see her like this.
"Why... why did they do this to me?" It comes out as a soft whisper, barely audible.