[color=8dc73f][b]Hazama, Harumi[/b][/color][hr]

She did not stop running until she had reached a good ways into the next district. By now it felt as if every breath drew barbed wires into her lungs, every inch of her muscles burning, every single joint in her body scraping against each other.

Collapsing to her knees, Harumi did not have the strength left to resist what was to come, and upheaved the contents of her stomach upon the ground. Was it her body protesting such a burst of activity from a cold start? Or was it a delayed reaction towards finding a corpse in the city? She did not know. It might very well be a combination of both. She knew only that she was retching for a few minutes after, unable to stop the involuntary reaction. 

Finally done, she stood up shakily on her feet, thankful that the park was empty. She would die of embarrassment if anyone she knew saw her right now. Taking in a deep breath, she started the walk back home, towards her dormitory, feeling utterly sore, exhilarated and afraid all at once. Harumi was thrilled to have such a story, but less thrilled at what it was, what it implied, and what that meant for her.

At least she didn't have to try and fight someone with a higher level than her today. But, she might have to treat her colleague to something later on, especially if that explosion was something to go about.