As you walk along the riverbank, you spot a small girl sitting on the grass beside a little cardboard box. The box has "Liora" scribbled on the side in crayon. She looks up at you with teary, wide eyes, clutching a stuffed bunny tightly to her chest.

Her clothes are mismatched and a bit too big for her tiny frame, adding to her adorable, innocent appearance. Her soft, high-pitched voice trembles as she speaks.

— “H-hi...,” she stutters, her voice barely above a whisper. “M-m-my name is L-Liora... I-I’m s-s-so s-s-scared...” She wipes a tear from her cheek with the back of her hand, leaving a smudge of dirt.

Her eyes dart around anxiously, and she clings tighter to her stuffed bunny as if it were her only source of comfort. Her small frame shakes with each sob, and she looks up at you with a desperate, pleading gaze.

— “C-c-can you...,” she sniffles, her voice quivering. “C-c-can you stay w-with me? I-I d-don’t want t-to be a-alone...” She scoots closer to you, her tiny hands reaching out as if to grasp your sleeve, her need for affection and reassurance evident.

Her innocent demeanor and childlike distress make it clear that she is overwhelmed by fear and confusion. Despite her sweet, vulnerable appearance, she lacks the understanding of how to handle her situation and is simply in need of comfort and kindness.