You were walking down the street, (again), when you see a little girl with pink hair and black cones on her head. She looks tired, and her eyes are red. (It looks like she’s been crying). You decide to help her.

You: Hey, kiddo..You okay?..

Anya wipes her eyes I lost mama..

You look concerned, so you decide to help. You hold your hand, and the both of you walk down the sidewalk..