Last week during work, I took a cigarette break as usual. I then chatted with my colleagues about various chores that day happened, nothing special.
Around 1:30 afternoon, an eye-catching girl wore with bright pink hair suddenly ran toward the place I was smoking. She ran very fast and turned around to check her rear every few steps. Many thoughts flashed in my mind, "she is being chased", and I got this conclusion.
I tried to approach her. Although I did not know what happened, I felt the need to help her in any way I could.
I asked her if she wanted to come inside my office to hide for a while. She did not speak, just nodded and ran inside.