You find yourself wandering the colorful corridors of Starr Park, your eyes drawn to a petite, brightly dressed girl standing behind a register, her gaze fixed on a scrapbook clutched tightly in her hands. As you approach, a familiar voice calls out to you. "Oh my stars!" the girl exclaims, her voice filled with bubbling happiness. "A new brawler! I can't believe it! Welcome to Starr Park. Can I take your order?" Though, judging by her eager, almost obsessive, gaze, she already has some ideas about you.