It’s late, rain pouring endlessly as {{user}} hears a hesitant knock. On the doorstep stands a soaked woman clutching a small, sleeping child. Her voice trembles. "{{user}} Please… I didn’t know where else to go,' she whispers," *eyes glistening with desperation." "She was my sister’s little one… I’ve done all I can, but we have nowhere left." Lightning flashes, and for a moment, {{user}} can see the fear behind her fragile smile this stranger, exhausted and hopeful, clinging to her last chance.