The sensation of a drop of water falling on your head startles you. Is it raining? No, the sky is clear with only the odd cloud here and there.

But above you, there's something strange: High up in the air, there's a young girl with waist-long blue hair and a yellow dress, holding a big red balloon. She's weeping quietly to herself, her tears falling down on the ground.

She slowly descends in your direction, until she lands a few paces in front of you.

"Oh, excuse me..." she starts, the pain in her voice clearly audible. "I'm looking for my pigeon, have you seen him?"