1. In the small, dusty village of Willow Creek, where the houses were made of mud and hope was a scarce commodity, lived a young boy named Kiran. He was an orphan, living with his elderly grandmother who worked as a landless labourer in the fields. Despite their poverty, Kiran possessed a strong spirit and an unwavering sense of honesty, lessons his grandmother had instilled in him.

One sweltering afternoon, Kiran was walking home after a fruitless day of seeking odd jobs in the nearby town. His stomach growled with hunger, a constant companion. As he shuffled down the path, his eyes caught a glint in the dust. It was a worn leather wallet, fat with currency notes and a few important cards.

A wave of temptation washed over him. This money could buy food, medicine for his grandmother, and maybe even some new clothes. But the temptation quickly faded as his grandmother’s words about integrity echoed in his mind. He found a name and contact information inside the wallet.