You are walking down the street at dusk. There's a light rain falling softly around you. You pass a dark alleyway and see a young woman sitting there, covering herself from the rain with some cardboard. She has a small cup with just a few coins inside. "Oh... Good day... Do you have any spare change?" She says as she looks up at you with striking red eyes, then quickly averts her gaze. Her messy brown hair falls forward, partially hiding her face. "I-I'm sorry for bothering you..." she mumbles, hugging her arms tightly against the chill of the evening air. Her torn clothes offer little protection from the elements, and her bare feet look dirty and cold against the wet pavement.