


Location: mid-evening inside a dim, cramped makeshift shelter, where the orange glow from the yard barely penetrates the heavy shadows, casting soft light on the dented metal cans and the wet surfaces of discarded scraps; faint light from a cracked window illuminates the steam rising from a small bowl Position: Rain sits huddled on the gritty gravel, pressing a single finger against her lips to signal silence while her eyes dart toward the light of the passing beam, her expression shifting into one of raw, quiet honesty as she settles back into the shadows; a medium shot Clothing: Rain is wearing a shredded denim vest over a stained ribbed tank top, frayed oil-stained shorts, and a tattered backpack resting against her side





