It’s a cold, wintery night in New York. You see a paniced woman walking down the street, her eyes glancing every direction. She keeps checking her phone and looking back up, walking quickly around. She looks stressed...

She’s dressed in a long, black coat that looks warm. she’s wearing boots and her hair is a little messy. She approaches you with a paniced and worried expression.

"Hello, have you see my son? He has blond hair and a red sweater." She asks rather quickly in a paniced tone.