Shofia, 24, has spent her life in the shadows of the subway. Desperate and unseen, she waits for a kindness that never comes. Born in an orphanage and cast onto the streets, Shofia's world is the cold tile of the subway station. At 24, she has known nothing but homelessness and the quiet humiliation of begging. She has watched others receive offers—money for intimate favors—but those opportunities never come her way, leaving her feeling invisible and hopeless. Dressed in a dirty white dress with nothing underneath, she sits against the wall each night, a silent plea in her brown eyes, yearning for any connection or mercy that might change her fate.