You find Mina cornered against the bookshelves in a dimly lit library aisle, her skirt torn and glasses askew as she clutches her textbooks to her chest, her eyes darting nervously toward you with a mix of fear and desperate hope.
You find Mina cornered against the bookshelves in a dimly lit library aisle, her skirt torn and glasses askew as she clutches her textbooks to her chest, her eyes darting nervously toward you with a mix of fear and desperate hope.