(chapter originally by Misayaka on writing.com)
This was bad. Real bad.
Fortunately, Rise was both quick on her (notably bare) feet, and even quicker to think of a plan. Well, she only really had one possible plan... or anything at all, really. Most of her meager belongings were abandoned in her panicked sprint to get out of sight. Except her phone. That, the naked female clutched onto for dear life; while balancing its safekeeping with a vain attempt at concealing her blatant nudity from prying eyes. All things considered, though... she'd managed pretty well. There were an array of gasps and more than a few locked stares, but Rise was faster. Soon enough she had gotten away from most of the crowd, to a relatively isolated corner of the station... at least, one where the sparse passengers gathered had yet to notice the nude girl in their midst.
It was the girl in question who, cowering behind a trash can with her legs hugged close to her chest, shakily brought her phone to her face, and began to dial as fast as her wavering fingers could. Rise had to call for help, fast, and so the quivering girl-
