Lark walked along the cold winter sidewalk. It was late November and winter had arrived in full force. Snow fell heavily landing on his beanie and the jacket he wore over his hoodie as he walked. He passed shops but did not stop to look into them. His gloved hands were thrust deep into his pockets and he was hardly recognizable from all the clothes he wore.

He crossed the entrance to an alley and stopped. He listened and then heard it again.

“Help,” came a woman’s soft cry. “Help me. Someone, please.”

Lark turned and glanced into the alley.

“Help, please,” he heard again. He hesitated, looked around quickly,...