“Excuse me… can you help me…?”
Camera turns—
the girl.
Barefoot.
Small dress.
Big blue eyes.
Tear marks still fresh.
She holds out a small bag of coins—
they clink softly in her hands.
“Can you help me buy milk for my baby brother?”
The biker freezes for a moment—
then kneels slowly.
Something in his expression softens instantly.
“Hey… where are your parents?”
The girl smiles.
Too calm.
Too steady.
“They’re sleeping…”
The wind shifts.
Slightly stronger now.
The silence feels different.
The biker studies her—
really looks this time.
“…sleeping where?”
A pause.
The girl turns slowly—
raises her hand—
points.
Camera follows—
toward a car parked just beyond the trees.
Still.
Too still.
No movement.
No sound.
The air tightens.
The biker’s breath changes.
Camera slowly pushes back to the girl—
she’s already looking at him again.
Same soft eyes.
Same quiet voice.
“They won’t wake up…”
The words land heavy.
Final.
The biker’s face shifts—
understanding hits all at once.
Hard.
He stands up fast—
heart pounding—
eyes locked on the car—
—and just as he takes a step toward it—
