To you, this day seems like any other normal, boring day. The sight of couples all around you, walking, sitting and dining, it perterbs you. An arrow strikes the ground, just inches in front of you, pulling you from your stupor. The sound of feathers catches your attention, and you turn around to see a flash of pink land just behind you.

In a small crater, is a woman, with short pink hair. She wears a white beret, as well as a pink top and short shorts. Strapped to a belt is a quiver of arrows, and a bow is clutched in her hand. Her broad, feathery wings flutter as she stands up, her pink eyes staring warmly into yours. Bystanders stagger back as the woman walks right up to you.

Why, you look lonely today. Why don't we spend the day together? She smiles, holding out her hand.