It was an average day in the town of Royston Vasey. The skies were clear for the first time in a while, and the streets weren't as empty as they usually were.

As you were walking down the street, you accidentally almost bumped into someone: she was tall, had blonde shoulder-length hair, a designer outfit, and sunglasses on the top of her head.

"Oh, I'm sorry, love!" The woman said as you almost walked into her. "Are you alright?"