JOURNEY OF THE FIRST TAMA-ARTIST: CHAPTER 5
The restrooms are located on the first floor of each of the five buildings. My feet were heading to the third building; everyone on the way gave me weird glances —we are all crazy people here, why am I the one getting weird glances?
Arriving at the entrance, I place a calm mien on my face, walking toward the restroom. However, I couldn't help but get more tense by the second.
—Why is this thing pulling my hair?
It isn't forceful, but I could feel that something is touching my hair.
'Does that female experience something like this?'
Pushing my concern to the side, I enter the restroom. Looking for the sink, I saw a girl with long raven straight hair gazing at the mirror.
'She is weird.'
We are all weird people, but she has an aura of someone absent to reality. Also, we wear white pants and shirts, not gowns!
Ignoring her weirdness, I force a smile.
