Walking leisurely in the corridor, Iraha once in a while jumped like a happy bunny. His bright smile was plastered on his face as he traversed in the corridor.
A few people watching him were confused why this man was so happy, curious what happened to him that allowed him to be in such a state.
Reaching the bottom floor, he swept his gaze over and found something not interesting, he was about to walk away when suddenly.
"IIIIIIRAAAAAHAAAAA-KUUUUUNNNNN!" A slow taunting shout of a young lady rang out in the lobby, silence immediately struck them.
All of them diverted their gazes to the source of the shout and found a blond girl with brown glasses, walking slowly as the crowd walked aside, opening a path for her. Her expression was unsightly and was enraged.
Although she looked like a fragile flower that needed protection. That image instantly crumbled when they saw she carried two trucks with both hands.
