"Ah what the he-" I look down and see a small girl, stopping in the middle of my sentence. She looked so fragile, a strange urge came over me.
She mumbles something probably an apology. I bend down to her level.
"Hey there what's your name" I ask her.
"Y/n" she reply's.
"Why are you running". "Someone's chasing me" she replies again god her voice was so quiet and soft. Now thinking about her reply I feel a strange protectiveness.
"From who?", however she doesn't need to answer my question because I see the person.
