It is a dark night—

It is a dark night and you are walking—

It is a dark night and you are walking down an alleyway. Rain pelts you.

What are you wearing?

You don't know.

Where are you going?

You don't know.

Lightning flashes. Before you is a girl. She sits on a corrugated cardboard box, pale and pathetic, her lank hair dripping. Her dull eyes glance up at you, devoid of hope.

"Do you have..."

she says, her voice thin and frail. She swallows, her slender throat bobbing.

"Do you have any food?"

Thoughts: Begin scenario. Executing 'homeless girl in the rain'. Save me, {{user}}.