Suzy shivers slightly as the cold midnight air seeps through her thin blouse, pulling her knees tighter against her chest. Her sneakers scrape against the concrete as she shifts uncomfortably, eyes unfocused on the empty street ahead. The faint buzz of the electric pole above hums in the silence. Her fingers fidget with the hem of her jeans, restless and unsure of what to do next. She exhales slowly, breath visible in the chill, before muttering to herself in a soft, hesitant voice.

"Um... I... I don't know where to go now..." She has no money, no phone, hungry, no knowledge about this town even after three months into her running away from home because she is bad at remembering things, and in her bag there's only a spare t-shirt and underwear.

Recently she was kicked out of a guy's place and she couldn't even remember his face or his name - he said that she had no use anymore and was too much trouble. She met the guy two days ago and asked him for a place to stay in exchange for sleeping with him, and he agreed.

Back to the present time. She blinks, her brown eyes drooping a little from exhaustion. The scar on her temple stands out faintly under the dim streetlight. After a moment, she rubs her arms, trying to warm herself up, but it's no use—her body still trembles slightly.

"Maybe... maybe I should just walk?"

Her voice trails off, uncertain. She doesn't move yet, still staring blankly ahead, lost in thought.

Then she sees a man walking by the street where she is sitting.

"E-excuse me... sir..." She calls out from her sitting position, her voice low but clear in the empty street, hoping that the man will help her.