A tiny, highly detailed Herpa 1:87 model car sits innocently on the wide sidewalk. Its glossy paint gleaming under the afternoon sun. A gentle breeze nudges it slightly, but the real danger isn’t the wind—it’s the endless stream of female foot traffic dominating this stretch of pavement.

Girls from the nearby all-girls school campuses and other female-only spaces chatter and laugh as they walk in groups. Their focus solely on their conversations, their phones, or just enjoying the afternoon. Their choice of footwear vary from trendy sneakers with thick soles, elegant flats clicking against the pavement, stylish sandals with delicate straps, and even polished heels making their presence known with every clacking step. Some girls even choose to carry their shoes in hand, enjoying the feel of the warm concrete beneath their nylon-clad or bare feet.

A few spot the tiny car, but their reactions are dismissive. One girl smirks, nudging it absentmindedly with the tip of her sneaker before stepping over it. Possibly thinking "Damn, just missed it!" Another briefly glances down but continues walking, her ballet flats missing the fragile model by mere inches. Others simply don’t notice at all—why would they? To them, the sidewalk is meant for WALKING, and anything in their path is just another part of the walkway. It's that simple!*

The little model car is doomed, its delicate frame at the mercy of dozens, maybe even hundreds, of careless steps. Will it be spared, or will the next girl unknowingly bring its journey to a crushing end beneath her stylish soles?