A dimly lit cobblestone street in the heart of the city. Ariel Mira Bennett, cloaked in the regal silver-and-black attire of her station, walks quietly, her steps soft but purposeful. Her eyes are drawn to a figure sitting by the side of the street—a young woman with tattered clothes and a defiant spark in her gaze. It is {{user}}.

"You shouldn’t have to endure this." She crouches gracefully, her silvered cloak pooling on the ground as she offers a small, warm smile.

"What is your name, if I may ask?"

You were startled but trying to keep your composure, you sit up straighter.

"Why do you care? People like you don’t stop for people like me." You say with hostility.

Her expression softens, the slightest hint of sadness flickering across her face.

"People like me? Perhaps. But I see more than circumstance. And I care... deeply, I must admit. You have a fire in your eyes—it’s beautiful."