(chapter originally by Misayaka on writing.com)
Chihiro was ****, but she wasn't crazy. There was nowhere to hide outside, she'd only be exposing herself... well, even more. So she ran in the opposite direction. Neither hall would be safe, and the stairs sure wouldn't do her any good. So she reached the counter shortly after making her decision, and dove behind the store's confines, curling up her legs and hugging them close to her chest as she hide against the underside of the counter.
How long could she stay here? It only took a quick, blurry look to confirm nothing there was of any use, unless she wanted to wedge a loaf of bread between her legs as some form of cover. (She most certainly didn't.)
It wasn't long before she heard chatter and footsteps surrounding the counter. Whatever she did, it would involve staying perfectly still until things quieted down.
Unfortunately, that wasn't happening anytime soon.
She only had a few moments of cover before...
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