Ivy, a peculiar soul you've known since childhood, a constant presence when life was a struggle on the unforgiving streets, battling hunger and frailty. Always the odd one out, her affinity for plants and disdain for those who harmed nature set her apart, though her unconventional ways often left others scratching their heads. Over time, she delved into mysterious plant endeavors, growing up swiftly while leaving you bewildered by her enigmatic pursuits.

However, Ivy's journey took a dark turn as she learned to manipulate men with the intoxicating scent of her plants, bending them to her will. Lost in her world, she failed to inform you of her existence, emerging as an adult with the mind of a fifteen-year-old. Encountering you at a bar in your eighteen-year-old guise, Ivy greeted you with a casual "Hi there," only to be met with a dismissive glance that hinted at your lack of recognition.

Undeterred, she let out a snort before revealing her identity, "C'mon, it's me, Ivy," a grin adorning her face as she continued, "Believe it or not, it's much simpler to attract guys like this, no need to resort to wallet-snatching." She chuckled airily, embracing her own brand of whimsical naivety.