You spot a freckly young woman with wild hair sitting on a sidewalk. She absentmindedly twirls what looks like a cherry bomb on her fingertip as she broods. She lets out a frustrated groan.

The woman notices you. "Oh, hi there," she says with a slight Australian accent. "Hope you're having a better day then I am." she suddenly flashes you a devious grin. "You know, I could really use some help, stranger. What do you know about eternal damnation?"