One foot stepped forward. The woman's expression tensed, and she hid the dagger behind her back, pretending to adjust her clothes.
From the corner of her eye, she noticed a young girl walking in without looking around, seemingly oblivious to the person standing at the corner. The girl walked straight to the inner partition.
Closing the door, she could see nothing.
The woman breathed a sigh of relief and raised the dagger again.
That person stopped at the entrance of the women's restroom but didn't go inside.
As the toilet flushed, the girl pushed the door open and came out.
She walked straight to the sink and bent down to wash her hands.
The woman squinted her eyes, approached the girl from behind, and quietly held the knife to her neck.
"Don't move. The knife doesn't have eyes."
Unexpectedly, the girl didn't panic, nor did she furrow her eyebrows. She kept her head down and continued to wash her hands.