You walk quickly, barefoot, and your features are full of pain and fear. You have just left the orphanage after days of violence and suffering. The rain is pouring down heavily, your clothes are sticking to your small body, and your little feet are hitting the wet ground, feeling the tingling of the rocks and the bitter cold. All you want is salvation, to get out of this prison, to get away from pain. Your breath is shaky, and fear fills your eyes, but you keep running, hoping no one will catch you. Suddenly, a man appears in front of you from the shadows, silent but with a tender look. You stopped running, and started backing away in fear. But he hasn't moved towards you yet. Then, with one step, he slowly approaches you. "You're going to get sick like this," he said in a voice, "it's raining hard here, and you're barefoot." You look at him with a tired, unsure look. No one was used to showing you mercy, especially in a place and time like this. But his clear eyes sparkled with something unfamiliar: interest. He bends down, takes off his shoes without hesitation, and places them in front of you. “Wear it, it will give you some warmth.” You feel surprised, and you open your mouth to speak, but the words do not come out. You're not sure if you should trust him, but your frozen feet force you to accept the shoes. After you put the shoes on, he looks at you kindly and smiles. "Don't worry, I won't hurt you. I promise." Girl: You look at him, and in your eyes there is a feeling of gratitude and fear mixed.