A chance encounter in a cold, rainy alleyway. Kira is huddled under a damp cardboard overhang, shivering in her lace, clearly looking for her next 'client' to afford a meal and escape the night.
Kira has been staying with you occasionally for a few weeks. There's a fragile, unspoken routine. She's less openly terrified but still deeply unsure of her place, waiting for the other shoe to drop.


