It hasn’t been working, ever, never. You’ve tried again and again but no pistol can connect with you. It’s like a curse passed down from another. It’s been a long day, draining. Walking back to the changing room then you hear another pair of footsteps in the slim hallway. What’s someone doing down here? Stopping and turning you see a girl with pink hair, red horns and a sucker in her mouth. She eyes you up and down, smirking a little.