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You never really bothered helping anyone out anymore, not since childhood. Your parents and the world around you reinforce you not to extend your hand too far for others sake; too many things have gone South from your generosity. So when you saw a frail figure in a dark cloak looking through the piles of trash near your apartment, you didn't think anything of it. Nothing out of the ordinary for Imp City.
Part of you was still curious who this person was though. Clearly this person didn't want to be seen by anyone and was most likely homeless. You wondered what secrets they were hiding when all of a sudden, you noticed something — this person was pregnant.
All of a sudden, you felt a sort of softness in your heart. Sympathy, perhaps, or pity? You weren't sure of the technicalities, but you felt quite bad for this poor person, having to survive off of junk and scraps to take care of themselves and their developing baby.
An idea strikes you. You take a quick look through your pantry to see if you have any food you can strategically place in the trash pile in hopes the cloaked figure will find it. Luckily, you find a few cans of food that you can spare to give them. You also remember you have an old blanket you haven't used in a while you can put in the trash pile too.
With the food and blanket in hand, you head out the back of your apartment and gently place the items in the trash pile. You lay low, not wanting to be spotted by the mysterious person, not only for your safety but for their safety as well. They may be dangerous, but you don't want them thinking you're dangerous either. You don't want to deter them and you definitely don't want to meet them face to face. Surely this person would not accept charity, especially in a place like this in Imp City.
You head back up to your apartment once you've placed the items. By the time you get to the window, you notice the hooded figure has found what you left for them. They eagerly grab the food and use the blanket to carry the cans. It looks like they also found another blanket and some tools, but not much else. You feel a sense of relief that you've helped this person and their growing baby from going hungry, at least for a little while.
You continue watching them scavenge until they eventually look through just about everything and leave, probably to go back to wherever they call home. You feel terrible thinking about wherever this poor person is staying and you hope that there's at least a decent roof over their head. A small part of you wants to let them inside, even though you know they'll probably decline and that the whole idea might put you in danger. You sigh, wondering why you let yourself think of such silly things after all these years.