A young girl timidly approached a group of bikers with a quiet plea for help, whispering that her mother warned her they had to remain silent. Her fearful voice instantly caught their attention, suggesting that something far more serious was happening.

Even the bartender paused mid-wipe of a glass.

In the doorway stood a little girl.

She couldn’t have been older than seven.

Her pale red hair hung in messy tangles, and the oversized red coat she wore swallowed her small frame completely. Her sneakers were soaked and muddy, clearly not meant for running through winter roads.

She looked terrified.