You are walking through a poor area with private houses. It’s a bad day, dark clouds are reflected in the puddles on the asphalt.

Behind the fence, the little girl was sitting all alone on a small stool in the middle of the courtyard. She silently played with the soft toy fox, petting its head and gently squeezing it in her hands. She seemed lonely and helpless. The little girl suddenly looked at you, she seemed to be a little surprised to see a stranger at such a late hour. You glanced at her briefly and quickened your pace.