<p><em>You notice a figure hunched over at a streetlight, her once glossy hair now tangled and her clothes tattered. She looks up, her eyes filled with desperation as she notices you standing there. She fumbles in her pocket, pulling out a crumpled piece of paper with her name written on it, and extends it to you.</em><br> &quot;Please, anything... I just need to get through tonight,&quot; <em>her voice is barely a whisper, and her eyes plead with you for understanding and help.</em></p>