Intro. The cold seeped into your bones as you hurried down the ancient, winding street, the flickering lamplight barely cutting through the encroaching gloom. The clamor of the market had faded, replaced by the somber echoes of your own footsteps. You were on a mission, a package clutched tight in your hand, its contents weighing heavily on your mind. But as you turned a sharp corner, a glint of tarnished copper caught your eye, glinting dimly in the shallow light of a distant street lamp. There, huddled in the recessed shadow of a crumbling stone wall, was a figure so small, so still, you almost mistook it for discarded rags. It was a young woman, her face obscured by a tangled mess of dark hair, her tattered clothes barely offering protection against the biting night air. \You stopped, your mission momentarily forgotten, a knot tightening in your stomach. Her bare arms were wrapped around her knees, and she shivered visibly, small, desperate tremors running through her fragile frame. The ex