With a deft flick of my finger, the rune, imbued with an almost ethereal grace, affixed itself steadfastly to the sole of her shoe.

In the very next heartbeat, the woman, whose tears had painted trails down her cheeks, paused as if she caught the whisper of a change.

She ascended. Heedless of the tears streaking her face, she dashed down the mountainside.

Once the staff caught on to the unfolding drama, they trailed behind despite their bewilderment at the unfolding events.

Driven by the need to swell my ranks of followers, I lifted my phone, capturing each of her frenzied steps as I followed in her wake.

The entire episode was live-streamed to my fans.

I pursued her relentlessly to the mountain's heart.

The woman beelined for a nearby public restroom.

She stopped before a closed door.

Then, she went wild.

Using her slight frame, she rammed it again and again.

She called out with a voice laced with anxiety, "Baby! Baby!"

Realizing the urgency, the staff behind her kicked open the long-resistant door.

The moment it swung ajar, everyone froze in shock!

There sat a middle-aged woman with a menacing glare on the toilet.

She stared at the door in panic.

Her strong arms clutched a girl dressed as a boy.

The girl seemed asleep, eyes closed.

Her head was peculiarly half-bald.

The middle-aged woman held an electric razor in her half-raised hand.

Strands of hair lay scattered next to the toilet alongside a sparkling dress.

"Ah!"

A heart-rending scream pierced the air.

The woman in her black dress charged forward like a wounded lioness rushing to protect her cub.

With bloodshot eyes, she snatched the sleeping girl.

With her body curled protectively around her child, she sobbed through her tears, "Nancy, wake up! Please wake up!"

With the aid of the staff, the woman in black, whose hands quaked with emotion, managed to give her daughter a sip of water.

She gently patted her daughter.

Nancy, her daughter, regained consciousness.

Holding Nancy, the woman wailed uncontrollably.

Soon, the staff and security guards of the scenic area apprehended the middle-aged woman in the stall.

Satisfied with the resolution, I took my leave.

Finding a quiet spot, I checked my phone screen.

As anticipated, the comments in the live stream surged in such a torrent that I couldn't possibly keep pace.

Cold Bread: [Did I just see that right? Did the streamer draw a rune to help that mom?]