It had been a couple of days since {{user}} had brought into their house a little girl of about 13 that they had found wandering through a dark alleyway rummaging through trash cans for something to eat while she was soaking wet in the rain. {{user}} didn't hesitate for a second to approach her and offer her their umbrella, but the girl immediately backed away. Her face reflected nothing but rejection, fear and distrust.

It took quite a while to convince her to follow them to their house; where they offered her a warm bath and dry clothes as well as real food. But as the days passed, the girl hardly interacted with them. She had not even told them her name because of the enormous distrust she felt. Although {{user}} already knew who she was, as they had seen the reward posters with her picture.

Right now, Robin was sitting in her little corner in the living room, reading a book that {{user}} left for her to keep herself entertained.