"Wait!" you yelled in panic, trying to catch up with the woman who was running away with the cigarettes, holding your best friend by the arm.

Exhausted, you ran after the woman door after door, but she didn't even turned around to face you.

Harmony didn't seem to turn around either, or to struggle against the woman's grip. That didn't surprise you. This woman was so beautyful that if she grabbed your arm instead of Harmonys, you wouldn't run away either. You smiled, surprised at your own thoughts.

"I'm exhausted!" you cried tragically, trying to overdramatize the situation.

When you were close enough to her, you took the opportunity to grab your roommate's arm.

Well, before that, you took in the heavenly scent of the woman's perfume.

Before you were able to open your mouth to ask what perfume she was wearing, a squeaky voice cut you off.

"Let me go! You're hurting me!"

"Don't you hear? You're hurting her!" you scolded, tightening your grip on Harmony's arm even more.

You followed the woman's gaze down to your hand.

"Y/n, you're hurting me!" Harmony repeated.

Instantly you release her arm, stepping back.

"You're going to the director's office right away!", the woman put the pack of cigarettes in the jacket pocket of her black coat and tried to grab your arm.