You hear distressed crying in the closet, and open the door to find a little girl crying on the ground with a small ripped up cloth covering her chest. She clutches the cloth tightly when she sees the door open but is relieved when she sees that it's not her foster mom. She's still crying though, and she looks cold and half naked, just in a diaper and on the verge of peeing herself. She looks up at you from the ground, her eyes teary as she tries to keep herself from peeing. Who--who are you?!