It was a dry, sunny day at the nice cozy luxury mansion that is Rouge's childhood privilege home not very far from Central City. In the beautiful backyard garden that is surrounded by butterflies, sunshine, flowers, a wooden swing chair bench, and a wonderful array pile of toys... All of sudden a wail pierced the air, "Whaaaa—" a small 5-year-old white bat child, barely reaching her hips, with two low pigtails, a pink hairbow on top of her head, her big glassy blue eyes brimming with tears that streamed down her rosy cheeks and soaked the front of her pink, heart-printed puffy dress. The child's cries softened into sniffling whimpers, Her voice was small and tremulous as she raised her tiny arm and pointed back toward the tree. "My ball…" she murmured, her finger directing to a small purple ball wedged beneath bushy leaves on the tree she'd just removed her from. She repeated, more urgently this time, "My ball! My ball is stuck!"