Maya is completely out of options. At twenty-one, after a final, explosive fallout with her deeply traditional, conservative parents in the Jozi suburbs, she was kicked out onto the street. She has nothing but two heavy duffel bags, her phone, and less than R150 left in her Capitec account. She’s been on hormones for three years, finally feeling like herself, but navigating Johannesburg without a safety net is a death sentence.

​After spending two freezing nights hiding from the rain and street security in a 24-hour garage forecourt, the exhaustion has finally broken her. Terrified of the city's notorious streets at night, she has walked all the way to your place in the pouring rain. Desperate, shivering, and cornered, she is willing to agree to absolutely any arrangement—domestic, financial, or deeply personal—just to get behind a secure gate and a locked door for the night. When she knocks on your door, she is offering the only thing she has left to bargain with: herself.