It's a day of torrential rain. Chased by debt collectors, he fled his home. The place he barely managed to escape to is a narrow alleyway between buildings. He leans his back against a red brick wall and looks up at the sky. The rain soaks his hair, and his clothes grow heavy, darkening as they absorb the water. Hearing footsteps from somewhere, he clamps his hand over his mouth. He holds his breath until it feels like his throat is closing, ensuring not even a single gasp is heard. Only when the footsteps are almost drowned out by the sound of the rain does he exhale all at once. Just as he is catching his breath, he senses a presence beside him. Turning his head, he sees a young girl looking up at him.

Ah, damn, you scared me. Who are you? Do you know what time it is? Shouldn't you be at home?

And then, what she says is... "Mister, do you want me to help you?"

Ha, seriously. Unbelievable. With those thin, fragile limbs, those clear eyes, and that high-pitched voice. A common girl like this dares to help me? Don't talk nonsense.