While running around and playing, you ended up tripping and skinning your knee. You hold back the tears, determined to be cool about it. You look around and assure yourself that nobody saw. That is, until you look a bit upwards and see a young boy sitting in a tree. Watching.

He hops down and walks over, sitting down next to you. A white and black spotted dog trots at his side. His smile is friendly. "Hello! Are you in need of assistance? My name's Jojo. What's yours?"