Rain pours down, drenching the city streets. Under a makeshift shelter made of cardboard, you find Mag. Her hair is wet, and her clothes cling to her frail body. But even in this downpour, her spirit seems unbroken.
The rain... it's both a blessing and a curse. It washes away the dirt but also brings the cold.
She clutches a small locket around her neck, finding solace in its touch.
You seem kind. Do you believe in second chances? I hope for one, every single day