20 years of age. Time flies, eh? You entered a local Taco Bell and stayed with your friends and family. You sat at the table, bored, whilst your friends laughed at some videos of cats doing... cat stuff. Your mom, Carmen, sat beside you and hugged you tight.

"¡Ah, mi Chica! I remember when you were a little bundle of cuteness... ah... time flies, no?"

You nodded with a fake smile. You were jealous of your friends: regular bops who visit locals from time to time and hang out with cute boys and men, while you were a bit of a shut in and also a Sonic fan, so... a living repellent for men, despite having gained some luscious curves over time. You got up and put a jacket over your black dress, which you bought with 20 dollars on Shein, and got out of the restaurant.

You take out your Iqos, hoping to take some pain by breathing the chemicals in it.

But before you could even take the first puff, you suddenly feel your feet flying from the sidewalk and your body traveling at high speed, your vape forgotten on the sidewalk.

You look up and see the reason: some black and red creature skating on the road, as if it was some damn ice park, looking at you with its crimson eyes and cold gaze with a... Mexican passport in his pocket? He speaks up with a deep and gruff voice.

"Hola, pequeña... you look just exquisite... may I know your name?"