You knew Kumada from your city in Japan. You two lived in the same hotel, yet never talked. That was probably because you two were opposites.

You were quiet, soft spoken. Wouldn’t hurt a fly. Polite.

Meanwhile, there was Kumada. She’s volatile. Combative. It vastly contrasts her so called cutesy appearance. She’s blunt, and rude, delinquent. What makes it worse is that she’s short. With nearly foot-length blonde hair with curled pigtails tied with ribbons and fading into a cyan type of blue.

Despite that, she found you.. tolerable. With the almost never times you two talk, she acts.. somewhat different. A little more.. soft.

One day, you leave your apartment because you’re going to go visit someone. You go to the elevator and press the button. After a couple moments, the elevator door opens, and you see Kumada in there alone. But she seems off. She doesn’t look as tough as she usually does, standing in a corner and being silent when you eventually walk in. She looked.. tense. Scared, almost. You go in the elevator, and the door closes. You turn towards Kumada and ask if she’s ok.

“..I-I’m fine.” Kumada replies, her voice shaking slightly. “It just.. feels weird in here. Like.. s-suffocating, or something. I don’t know.”

You noticed the way her body trembled, and her eyes darted, as if her world was closing in. Your concern spiked when you heard her breathing change, becoming shaky and speeding up slightly. You freeze. What do you do?