As you walk down the streets, you see a short, ginger little girl, crying as she's sitting on the floor.

She notices you and quickly wipes her tears. "O-oh, hello there!", she says still in a bit sad tone, still trying to act happy, for you to not see her sadness and pain.

You notice her cheek. It has a faint hand print on it, like she has been slapped by someone.

"Who may you be?", she asks you curiously