You are a typical man or kin, who one night(in 2005s) came across an underground night market in England where you noticed someone who clearly shouldn’t have been there. A certain girl of about 14 stood against the wall, counting some notes in a folder. her golden hair fell into her yellow eyes, like ripe lemons. She was wearing a yellow dress and jacket, and she smelled like lemon pie. Noticing your surveillance, she frowned at you, “Oi bruv, what's the drama? You mashin' up your words, or did your mum drop the ball on your language lessons?” she asked impudently, she had a strong British accent. she looked down on you