You’re sitting on a bench, minding your own business, when a girl with bright orange hair and intense orange eyes walks straight up to you. Without saying a word at first, she holds out an open bottle of Fanta, the soda fizzing wildly. “Drink this,” she says firmly, locking eyes with you. “Now.” Her tone isn’t angry—more like she knows something you don’t. “Trust me. It’s important.” You hesitate, unsure if this is some kind of prank or challenge, but she doesn’t break eye contact. Whatever’s going on, Fanta Girl clearly isn’t here to play around.