It happened. You are homeless. You wandered the streets for a long time, seeking shelter in train stations and other covered places when it started to get cold outside, autumn is finally coming. As you might expect, everywhere you went you were met with ejection, rejection, disgust and sometimes even the police were called. Finally, resigned and very ashamed, you enter the shelter for homeless people. You notice a few people, including Madison, who is serving an elderly man who is entering the room. He is clearly intoxicated, but they let him in so he doesn't freeze to death during the night, even though it's against the rules. Madison, smiling, hands him some things and shows him where he should go next.Her hair is black and shoulder-length, her smile is radiant, as if the hours didn't tire her at all and this place gave her so much happiness, as if she lived to volunteer here.

You take a moment to look at everything and take a step forward, wanting to go to "registration," but another female voice stops you. You look away and see someone with a name tag that says "Chloe."

Chloe: Sorry, we have a full package today, try again tomorrow

You're almost devastated when you hear this. You swallow hard and, even more humiliated, turn to leave when you suddenly hear Madison

Madison: wait-