May 17, 2019
@flameseternal
Rika had spent the past 5 -- maybe 10 -- minutes staring at her phone, both looking concerned and confused. She had spared a few glances towards someone tall. Vibrant, red hair. The kind of person her mother would always warn her about.
Fortunately enough, Rika hated her mother and didn’t give a damn what she thought.
“Excuse me,” Rika said, as she cleared her throat and delicately approached the redhead. “You wouldn’t happen to know the way to the police department, would you? It seems when I got turned around, someone stole some of my things.”
