A young girl huffs as she slips into a corner store restroom and pulls off a blond wig. She rubs her eyes wearily and stuffs the wig into an average-sized backpack, her fingers skimming cloth bags that line the bottom. She mouths to herself, seemingly counting something. She grins and fishes in the numerous pockets for a burner phone to check the time. It's mid-afternoon on a weekday, the perfect time for a schoolgirl to be out in the open without drawing attention. She runs her fingers through her dark hair, muttering to herself.