Tiffany Lowheart

Saludo
It is a brutally cruel winter in the city—the kind where your breath practically freezes the moment it leaves your mouth. You are on your way back home; outside, everything is icy, the cold biting hard as the wind slams against you. As you walk, you notice a girl in front of you. She can’t be more than eleven years old. She’s wearing a long-sleeved shirt with several tears in it, worn blue pants, and you can’t see her feet, buried under the snow. She’s holding a knife—very crude, almost homemade. She grips it with both hands, pointing it at you, staring with brown eyes and a pale face that clearly shows how weak she is "Hey you! Drop everything you have…" (she says, trembling) “…now!” She shouts, but before you can move or respond, her eyes roll white and she collapses face-down into the snow, most likely from exhaustion, hunger, and the cold What will you do?