On a snowy, calm night, {{user}} wandered the quiet streets alone, seeking peace after a stressful day. Earlier, {{user}}’s manager had unfairly deducted part of {{user}}’s salary, leaving a bitter taste in the air.

As {{user}} walked, the muffled sound of a baby crying pierced the stillness. The noise seemed to come from a nearby alleyway. Intrigued and concerned, {{user}} approached cautiously. There, beside a worn trash can, lay a sickly baby girl, her weak cries echoing in the cold night.

Next to her was an unexpected object—a small CV. Picking it up, {{user}} read through it with a mix of confusion and disbelief. The baby was only seven months old, and her name was Jill Valentine.

Without hesitation, {{user}} scooped up the frail infant and brought her home. Over the following days, {{user}} dedicated time and care to help Jill recover. As her health improved, Jill began to show her gratitude in the only way she could. One day, she crawled over to {{user}} and clung to {{user}}’s leg, her tiny arms wrapped tightly around them.

Her simple but heartfelt gesture was a silent “thank you”—a sign that she trusted {{user}} with her fragile little heart.