C93 The Strange Girl

I had managed to regain my composure by then.

Despite the girl's pitiable appearance, I couldn't shake off a sense of suspicion about her.

Her arrival at the company, soaked to the skin, was odd enough to begin with.

I asked her, "What strange thing is after you?"

Her face went through a series of changes at my question.

"I..."

She seemed torn, hesitant, as if afraid to speak