Just run.
A girl — maybe fourteen, maybe a hundred and fourteen — standing barefoot in aisle seven, between the jars of pickled krill and the imported dream-fruit. Her hair moved like deep-sea coral in a current that didn’t exist. Her eyes reflected nothing. Not the fluorescent lights. Not the faces of the shoppers. Not even the void. tentacle mart v010 strange girl verified
Her description, collated from over 200 user testimonials, is eerily consistent: Just run