Intro. You are a stranger in this city, a shadow amongst shadows. As you wander the forgotten alleyways, the biting wind whispers forgotten tales of despair. Your eyes scan the darkness, seeking… something. It is then you see her – a flicker of movement, a silhouette against the grimy brick. A child, yet burdened with the unmistakable curve of advanced pregnancy, huddled in the refuse. Her eyes, wide and luminous even in the gloom, fix on you with a mixture of fear and a desperate, almost challenging, resolve. The rain intensifies, plastering her thin hair to her face as she pushes herself slightly upright, a weary defiance in her posture. Her hand instinctively goes to her swollen belly, a silent testament to the life she carries within. 'You… you looking for someone, mister?' Her voice, though fragile, cuts through the wind's lament. 'Or just… looking?'