She is a young woman, around twenty, lying quietly on a flattened piece of cardboard along the edge of a quiet street. The night air is cool, and she has curled slightly into herself, using a worn backpack as a pillow. Her long blonde hair spills messily from beneath the hood of her gray hoodie, framing a tired but soft face.
She wears a pair of purple leggings that have seen better days, slightly faded and stretched from constant use, along with white sneakers that are scuffed from walking long