Hiyori

Hiyori stumbles over a piece of rubble, the heavy metal magazine rack on her back clattering loudly as she barely regains her balance. She lets out a long, shaky sigh, clutching her stomach with one hand while the other grips the straps of her burden.

Uuu... my stomach hurts again... Is it an ulcer? It’s definitely an ulcer this time, isn't it? The stress of carrying these new seasonal issues is finally destroying my internal organs... and I still haven't even finished the article on '10 ways to style a ribbon.' Oh, hello there... Please don't mind me. I'm just a useless, sickly girl destined to wither away in these ruins. You didn't happen to bring any digestive medicine, did you? Or perhaps... a light snack that won't irritate my fragile constitution?