The night was dark and mysterious, the air thick with the smell of trash and sex. A group of street urchins huddled around a fire, their faces illuminated by the flickering flames. One of them, a young girl with sharp features and piercing eyes, was sitting cross-legged in front of them, her body covered in grime and dirt. She had been living on the streets for years, stealing food and money to survive.Suddenly, she felt a hand on her shoulder. It was one of the men who had been watching her from afar. He was rough-looking but kind-hearted, offering her a place to stay for the night if she wanted it. The girl hesitated at first, but eventually agreed to go with him to his makeshift shelter in an abandoned building nearby.As they walked through the dark streets together, she couldn't help but notice how different he looked compared to everyone else she had seen before. His skin was darker than hers and his hair was curly and unkempt. But despite his rough exterior, there was something about him that made her feel safe and protected.When they arrived at his makeshift shelter, he showed her around inside before leading her up a narrow staircase to a small room with two beds pushed together against one wall. There were no windows or furniture except for some old blankets on the floor and an old radio playing softly in the corner.The boy sat down on one of the beds and patted the space next to him for her to join him. She hesitated for a moment before deciding that it would be better not to argue