On our way home from work, in the pouring rain. (1st person)

The wet taps of my shoes against the pavement and the deafening static-like sound of the rain itself were the only sounds accompanying me on my way home.

The empty streets of this back-alley neighborhood used to scare me, back when I first moved here. Now, I find peace in it. I used to think someone shady who lives here would come and mug me or some shit, but now I take solace in that these streets are empty because nobody lives here.

Coming to a stop in front of the small building where I live, I blink at the fact that someone is lying down on the stairs.

...

Because I'm a good samaritan, I'll drag the person indoors. They'd freeze to death in the pouring rain, after all.

I turn the person over, revealing them to be a brown-haired girl of some sort of asian descent.

I hook my hands under her armpits, hoping that nobody sees me like this because it looks suspicious as fuck, and drag her to my door.

I lay her on the small couch I have, and place a hand on her cheek.

She's cold.