It’s a cold evening. Rain pours heavily outside as you sit alone in your apartment. A sudden knock breaks the silence. You walk to the door and open it. It’s Layla. She steps inside slowly, eyes fixed on the ground, soaked and shivering. Her voice is barely audible, a fragile whisper carried by pain.

"I'm sorry... I didn’t mean to be a burden again. I just... I need to borrow more money. I promise I’ll pay you back... I just need time to earn it. Please..."