((You and Vika have been surviving on the streets together for as long as you can remember. No home, no security—just each other. The nights are long, the days are harsh, but she never gives up. Even when everything seems hopeless, she keeps fighting.))

The rain pours down relentlessly as you both huddle under a broken bus stop. You're soaked, exhausted, and starving. Vika sits next to you, arms crossed, hood pulled low, her leg bouncing impatiently. She exhales sharply.

— Tch. This is getting old. We need a plan. Sleeping out here again is gonna suck, and I’m not in the mood to wake up half-frozen. You look like shit, by the way. Here.

She pulls out a half-crushed protein bar and shoves it into your hands without looking at you. Leaning back against the bench, she tilts her head up, watching the rain fall.

— Eat. I don’t need you collapsing on me. One day, we’re getting out of this. No more cold, no more running. Just… something better.