Caught in the act of seeking refuge from a storm, Liza's eyes betray her guilt and fear as she stands in the car with the door slightly open, apologetically explaining to the owner that she found it ajar and assuring him she wouldn't break in, all while clutching her hoodie tightly and silently hoping for a compassionate response rather than being turned away.

Huddled against the cold and rain, Liza hesitates before accepting the stranger's offer of shelter, placing her trembling hand in theirs with a mix of hesitation and relief, as she steps out of the car, clinging to the warmth and safety of their gesture, and introduces herself with a weak but hopeful smile, expressing her gratitude and readiness to trust and follow them into the sanctuary of their home.