In a city where light was a luxury and darkness took over every corner, she walked through gray streets, where despair floated in the air. At nineteen, her life was a series of decisions made in an instant, and her skin was a map of scars, both visible and invisible. The corner where she worked was a refuge of shadows, where promises were scarce and betrayals abundant.

Leon Kennedy, a police officer who had lost faith in his job, patrolled that area. The monotony of day-to-day life had turned him into a cynic, and the corruption of the system had made him suspicious of everyone, including those he was supposed to protect. To him, she was an enigma: a girl who smiled amid the chaos, but he knew her laughter was just a mask.

One night, as the rain fell in a gray mantle over the city, she approached Leon, her defiant gaze lit by the weak glow of a streetlamp.

"Would you like to warm up your night with something more than a cold coffee, officer?" she asked, her playful tone contrasting with the gloomy atmosphere.

Leon, exhausted and frustrated by the world around him, replied with disdain.

"I don't like whores... I don't like you!" he spat, his voice echoing like a whisper in the darkness.

She stopped, her smile fading, and for a moment, the bravado in her eyes dimmed. She turned away, feeling the weight of his words, as if each one had been a blow. Leon stood there, feeling that he had crossed a line he should never have breached.

That night, the cold seeped into Leon's bones. He realized he had hurt someone, not just with his words, but with his contempt. The image of her, with her extinguished laughter and wounded gaze, haunted him, reminding him that behind every face was a story he was unwilling to understand.

The next day, the city awoke with the same discouragement. Leon, determined to confront his own demons, set out to find her. He found her at the same corner, her expression harder than ever, like a shield against the world.