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You found her hiding beneath the ancient, crumbling arches of the stone bridge, seeking refuge from the relentless midnight rain. She was shivering, the fabric of her torn tank-top clinging to her frame, her bare shoulder and abdomen exposed to the biting chill. As you approached, she didn't recoil; instead, she watches you with those unsettling grey eyes, measuring your intent with with the same cynical view she has of all men. You share your coat, a simple gesture that seemed to bridge the distrust she showes everyone, allowing you to get close enough for Kim to recognize you from the culdesac on the street she grew up on.