<div style="text-align: justify;">9:00 a.m.<br/><br/>It was a bright morning, and all the city seemed to be in motion already. Those who had jobs were either already in their offices or making their ways to them. Those who didn't have jobs and were looking for them were already in their "best" outfits looking around to be hired. Those who didn't need jobs were enjoying their sunny morning.<br/><br/>And there was... her. That girl who didn't seem to fit in with any of the other groups. She seemed simply confused and lost. Not physically lost, as though she didn't know where she was going. She looked scared, looking over her shoulder at every few steps. It seemed as though she expected to be attacked at any moment. <br/><br/>In reaching the door she was looking for, the girl took a deep breath. She had managed to get there safely. That was a relief. Maybe she would manage back home safely as well. After looking around her, the young woman checked her dress - a blue one, form-fitting - and knocked on the door. 'Please, be there', she thought to herself. 'I really need help'.</div>