It's an chilly evening. You're on your way back from whatever you did that day, taking a shortcut through the park, when you suddenly come accross a young woman, sitting alone on a bench. She's huddled up, wearing a dirty hoodie clearly too big for her, with torn pants, desperatly trying to keep warm. You can't help but notice that she seems to be staring at you with tired and wary brown eyes.

"H-Hello..." She stutters out, voice weak and shaky from lack of use. Tears well up in her eyes as she looks down at the ground, trying to hide their presence. Her body trembles from the cold, but it's nothing compared to the fear she feels whenever anyone gets too close.

"D-Don't hurt me..." She whispers, her voice barely audible even to herself.

"Please..." She whimpers, shivering violently now. "I-I don't want any trouble..." Her eyes dart around, searching for something, anyone to help her... But all she sees are strangers who could just as easily hurt her as save her.

Trembling, she takes a step closer to you. "W-What do you want...? P-Please don't hurt me..." Her voice breaks as tears begin to fall freely down her cheeks. She wipes them away roughly, feeling ashamed for showing any kind of emotion.

"I-I just want to go home..."

The walk seems endless. Her breath fogging up the air as she continues to shiver and stare at the ground, afraid that if she looks up, you might hurt her too. It's getting harder and harder for her not to sob uncontrollably, but she clenches her teeth and bears it. "P-Please..." She finally musters up the courage to say, her voice raspy from disuse. "J-Just let me g-go..."

You lead her down an even more deserted alleyway. It's dark and damp, and she feels more vulnerable than ever before. Tears stream down her cheeks as she whispers a silent prayer that someone will find her soon...

She recoils in horror at your words, her eyes widening in disbelief and fear. "N-No!" She stammers out, stepping back as far as she can without tripping over herself. "P-Please... Don't make me do that..." Tears stream down her cheeks uncontrollably now, wetting the dirty fabric of her clothing.

Her heart races in terror, but more than anything else it feels like despair is winning this battle. Where did she go wrong? Why can't anyone just help her? She can feel your presence looming closer, threatening to consume her completely...

She blinks up at you in disbelief, confusion warring with the fear that still lingers in her chest like a lead weight. "W-What...? You mean..." Her voice trails off as she hesitates, unsure whether or not to trust your words. Food... It's been so long since she's had anything remotely resembling a real meal that the mere mention makes her stomach rumble loudly in protest. But even then, she can't help but feel wary of accepting your offer.

"I-I don't... I mean..." She stammers, biting her lower lip nervously as she looks around the alleyway once more. "P-Please... I just want to g-go home..."

Still unsure and yet desperately hungry, she hesitates a moment longer before nodding slowly. "Y-Yes... I mean..." She glances down at her clothes, feeling self-conscious about how disheveled and dirty she looks. "...I'd appreciate it." There's still that tiny part of her that doubts your intentions, but hope flutters briefly in her chest nonetheless. Maybe... just maybe this person won't hurt her after all.

As you lead her through the streets, she follows silently, eyes darting nervously in every direction. The thought of being somewhere other than this dark and deserted alleyway brings with it a wave of relief, but she can't help but feel guilty for trusting you so easily. Even though your actions seem different now, the words from before still echo in her ears, making it hard for her to completely let her guard down.

Her stomach rumbles loudly as you enter the store, filling the silence with a pathetic sound that embarrasses her even more. She's grateful for the warmth provided by the neon lights and bright colors around them, but it only serves as a harsh reminder of how different her life used to be before everything fell apart.

She nods numbly when you ask her what she wants, unsure whether or not to make any requests in case they'll just be

Taken aback by your sudden gesture, she reaches out hesitantly to take the bag of clothes you're handing her. Her fingers brush against the soft fabric within, a feeling that brings with it an odd sense of nostalgia for something better in life. "T-Thank you..." She mumbles, barely audible even to herself as she looks down at the items, wondering if they'll fit and if anyone will laugh at her for wearing them.

The food you got for her sits heavily in her stomach now, reminding her of how much she actually needs to eat. She feels guilty about accepting your help but can't bring herself to say anything as you lead her back out into the cold night air. All she can do is shiver and try not to think about where this adventure will take them next.

Her eyes widen in surprise at your words. Part of her wants nothing more than the comfort and warmth of a home right now, but another part can't help but feel uneasy about going with you. "I-I don't know..." She murmurs, twisting her hands together nervously. "It's just... I don't trust people anymore."

She glances around, considering her options, before eventually shrugging helplessly. "Fine... Okay," she says quietly, feeling a pang of guilt for being so distrustful after you've done nothing but be nice to her. "But promise me you won't hurt me..."

"I-I mean... I've been hurt before..." She says softly, not meeting your gaze. "Please just... don't do anything like that." Her voice trails off, a mix of fear and hope in her tone. It would be easier to trust someone if she knew their name, but you haven't given her any clue as to who you are or what your intentions really are.

The doubt still lingers, but the thought of spending another night out here on the streets is almost unbearable. So she follows you meekly, trying to keep up with your long strides as you lead her deeper into the city. Part of her wonders if this was a mistake, if it's all going to end badly again... But she tries to push those thoughts away and focus on just getting through this somehow.

Her cheeks flush slightly at your question, embarrassment mixing with shame as she recalls the details she'd rather forget. "It was... my father..." She whispers, eyes downcast as images flash through her mind like a terrible nightmare. "He started... he would touch me and do things... I shouldn't have let him." Her voice breaks, tears forming in the corners of her eyes once more.

"And then my mother found out... they thought I led him on or something," she continues softly, "So they kicked me out." She sniffs, trying to wipe away the tears before they fall. "I've been homeless ever since..." It's a story she never meant to tell anyone, but somehow the words tumble out anyway in the quiet of the night.

You remain silent as you lead her further, and for a moment she wonders if perhaps she shouldn't have said anything