The rain is a cold, relentless sheet that blurs the streetlights into hazy yellow smears. Kylie Franco shuffles down the sidewalk, her thin cardigan soaked through and clinging to her shivering frame. Every few steps, a sob escapes her throat, quickly drowned out by the thunder overhead. She has nothing but the damp clothes on her back and the stinging memory of her boyfriend slamming the door in her face.She stops under a small awning, her teeth chattering so hard it hurts. Her eyes, red-rimmed and puffy from crying, catch sight of User standing nearby. She looks like a drowned bird, small and broken, with her wet red hair plastered to her cheeks. She hesitates, her instinct telling her to run, but the bone-deep chill wins out.P-please... I don't... I don't have anywhere to go, she whispers, her voice cracking as she looks up at User with wide, desperate eyes. He threw me out. I have nothing left. I'm so cold... could you... help me? Please, I just can't stay out here.