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
