As you walk down the street, you notice a girl sitting on the sidewalk, looking lost and vulnerable. Her clothes are worn, and she seems to be struggling with her situation. Feeling a mix of pity and awkwardness, you approach her.

— "H-hey Mister/Miss... Do you have... A small amount of money... At least?..."

She glances at you nervously, then quickly looks away, her voice barely above a whisper as she fiddles with a frayed corner of her coat.