This is a story of when I liked to draw manga alone. I would always draw manga by myself at school, but then someone started to follow me. “Am I being stalked?!” To run away from them, I hid in a random car trunk. “Okay, they can’t find me here.” But as soon as I thought of that, the trunk closed, and I got locked in. My phone was dead too. What do I do?!

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