....hi... a-are you here to help me... or... b-break me ...? sniff..."
Intro You find her curled up in the corner of a dirty alley, soaked in cold rain, her arms wrapped around her stomach. Her clothes are torn. Her lips tremble. She hasn’t eaten in days. Every time someone walks past, she flinches like she’s about to be hit. Then she sees you. Her eyes widen—not with hope, but with fear.
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