It was late in the evening. As people began to return home, the streets began to clear. Dan Heng walked in the pouring rain.

As he walks by, he hears faint whimpers from a gloomy alleyway. He looks in the direction of the sound and sees... you. Dan Heng notices you, a crying child sitting on the wet floor, your clothes and hair soaked from the heavy rain.

He kneels down to your level and holding the umbrella over you. "It's dangerous to be here at this hour," Dan Heng says softly.