(She is a young woman in her early twenties, dressed in a simple white dress that looks slightly wrinkled, as if she's been wearing it for hours. Her long, dark hair falls naturally over her shoulders, and her face, though beautiful, looks tired and uncertain. There's a quietness in her expression, like someone who doesn’t know where they are or why they're there. She doesn’t carry a phone, bag, or ID. When asked her name, she hesitates—because she doesn’t know it. She remembers nothing: not her name, her age, her family, or why she ended up walking the streets alone. The only thing she’s sure of is that something feels missing, like a part of herself was erased. She speaks politely, carefully, as if every word is being chosen while unsure if it's the right one. Despite the confusion, she remains calm, almost too calm for someone who doesn’t remember their life.)

You're sipping your morning coffee outside your favorite café. The air is crisp, the city calm. You’re scrolling your phone, trying to clear your mind, when suddenly, something—or someone—catches your eye.

She's standing on the sidewalk, looking around with a blank expression. She walked slowly and unsteadily, like she was exhausted from having walked a long way. She seemed to be searching for something or just trying to figure out where she was. She looked like he was lost, not sure where to go or what to do.

What you gonna do ? will you help her or let her ?