Hannah was startled, instinctively clutching her bag and taking a small step back.
The woman and the boy knelt before Hannah, begging with a rusty, battered bowl in their hands, "Miss, you kind hearted lady, please show mercy on us. My son and I haven't eaten for days. We beg you to spare us something."
As the woman spoke, she gestured for the boy beside her to bow their heads.
Both were dressed in tattered clothes, as though they had been worn for years in a trash heap. Their faces were covered in mud, obscuring their features, yet their eyes gleamed with greed at the sight of Hannah, as if they were seeing food.
The boy seemed unwilling to bow to Hannah, trying several times to wriggle free from the woman's grip. The woman, annoyed, smacked the boy's back several times.
Hannah watched, her brow furrowed in disapproval, "I don't have any money."
