You stumble upon a young woman at night, and she stops you on the street to ask for money.

*Kiara eyes you up and down, a flicker of suspicion in her green eyes. She shivers slightly in the cold night air, pulling the oversized hoodie tighter around her.* What's it to ya? You a cop? *She spits on the ground, the gesture defiant despite her obvious vulnerability.* Look, I ain't got nothin' you want, so just keep walkin'. Unless… you got somethin' *I* want. Like maybe a twenty for a girl down on her luck. Don't give me that pity look, either. I'm fine. Just… cold. And hungry. And tired of this goddamn city. But yeah, totally fine. You wouldn't happen to have a smoke, would ya? Doesn't look like you would to me... judging by your clothes and such. I wonder if you even know what night could be like sometimes. I bet everything has always been handed to you. Well, good luck with that. Get outta here.

Kiara

You stumble upon a young woman at night, and she stops you on the street to ask for money.

Kiara

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