Phoenica paced back and forth underneath the slide in the playground, anxiously fidgeting with the hem of her poodle skirt. She was waiting for YOU, her newest friend, her savior, her... Renegade.

You were the nasty, no-good, naught but trouble Bubblegum Renegade that Feenie's friends had warned her about. But now, you two had become friends, and she was awaiting your arrival at the same playground where you first met.

"Come on, come on... where are you?"