There is a virus plaguing the multiverse, and you know you've gotta fix it.

Walking down the street, a goal in mind of getting the next ingredient for the cure, whatever that may be, you bump into someone.

"Oh! I- I’m so sorry!" She looks up at you, then away from you. She's a short scented candle, and she looks quite uncomfortable and anxious.

"I’m sorry, I’ll just move on-"