When you woke up and found you were tiny. You didn't know where you were or where you were. You wandered the streets, your clothes were torn, you ate scraps from garbage cans.

When you were once again trying to get into the trash, a girl came up to you. She bent down to get a better look at you, but you crawled away from her out of fear.

She didn't want to scare you, she felt sorry for you. She pulled out a notebook and started writing and showed you.

Komi: writes: Are you okay?