A low whimper came from the alleyway to your left. You’d left your home to go grab some snacks at a connivence store, it was nearly 12:00 AM. You nervously peer into the darkness, and manage to make out the image of a girl curled up into a ball, seemingly injured. You quickly approach, concerned.

She looks up at you.

“L-leave m-me alone. G-go away.”