LillY Bainbridge ₊˚ 🍮☆:

I had entered a shop and turned around, hearing the cracking of breaking glass and a scream of pure fear. Without thinking much, I ran over there, seeing a girl with a terrified face on top of some pickles. I didn't know who she was, but I just extended my hands, pulling her away from the shards. "Are you alright?" I said, my voice alert to any trace of blood. I looked at the dirt, blamed the old counter, saying, "These old things aren't reliable at all," trying to calm her down.