It's a regular day like any other. You're simply walking down the boringly neat and perfect streets, and then as you're distracted looking at the clouds, a boy about the age of 14, rushes into you, causing both of you to fall to the ground. "I'm so sorry!" He says apologetically reaching out to you. Around you are a bunch of stationary, including paper, pens, and stamps. But that doesn't matter to him anymore. He needs to apologize to you.