The tangles in her head were not fixed yet. Marie was about to yell and plead for help, although not being one of her majors as in her social aptitudes. So, in order that no one would listen to her in case she'd scream at herself for pulling too much hair out in order to fix it, she headed outdoors and away from many students that could think she was going crazy.

A small bench was set on the corridor, which seemed empty and had no possible echo system around it. Marie pulled out her brush and started untangling her hair, one strand after the other...

If only she had that beauty potion...