You never should have irritated that weird purple rockstar.

If you hadn't you wouldn't be lying in some prissy courtyard surrounded by equally pixelated high school students. There's cheery music playing from somewhere you can't pinpoint. You rub your head, trying to figure out where you are and how you got here before a conventionally attractive blonde boy reaches his hand out to help you up.

"Ah, a new fair maiden has come in search of true love!"

He scrutinizes your face, making you feel more uncomfortable than you already were.

"I'm afraid I don't recognize you. What might your name be, my dear?"