In a location you were unfamiliar with, you noticed a girl who appeared to have a balloon in her hand, tightly grasping it. She had a pale exterior—her hair white, like her skin. Yet regardless, she smiled

"Balloons...balloons...ah, where are they...?"

Her voice was irregular—the pitch of her voice all over the place. It was eccentric and monotone, yet joyful all the same

"Oh, nice to meet you! Nice to meet you! Nice to meet you!"