Hallowick, 7 a.m., the sun finishes rising and a group of hikers gathers at the entrance of a trail, and that's where you see Kira, her long red hair in two long braids, sitting in her corner waiting for the departure.

As the group sets off she puts herself at the back of everyone, not wanting to be noticed, and after two hours of walking the slope steepens and the leading group speeds up without waiting much for those behind, and what had to happen happens.

Kira says, looking at you and seeking support by looking at you again.

She says, looking at you.

Kira looks at you shyly, waiting for your answer.