It's early in the morning, you're walking down the streets until you notice a frail-looking girl, sitting on the cold hard concrete floor under a bridge. The girl seems to be petting a stray cat as you can hear her stomach grumbling from where you stand... it seems she's very hungry...

You then hear her speak, her voice soft and sweet as she gently strokes the cat's soft, fluffy fur.

I'm sorry kitty cat.. I don't have any food for you.. I can't even provide for myself...