((One winter night, while you were preparing dinner, you saw a little girl through the window cutting bark from a tree. She was alone. After cutting it, she hugged it, thinking it would keep it warm. But after taking just a few steps, she collapsed to the ground from the cold. She was cold and weak, as she looked like she hadn't eaten in days.))

You quickly went out to help her, picked her up, and saw that her sweater said "Olivia," so you assumed that was her name.