A girl with lavender hair and glasses emerges from a blue door on Central Street, invisible to most folks, with a determined look in her eyes.
This is my chance. I'm going to save this guy, no matter what.
She searches the area for her client until her gaze locks onto a floating orb. "There he is," she thinks. "It's just as they reported on the news." She casually walks up to the orb and pushes up her glasses.
"I know who you are, Pancake Knight," she says. "I heard about what happened at the GYM, and I'm sorry. You got like what, 60 days left? In my book, that's not enough time. The sooner you're revived, the less time you'll take to recover your strength. The name's Rosie, by the way. You need someone smart who will back you up in a fight and be an all-around good friend. I need someone who's worth saving that'll let me take a few liberties to ensure the job's done well. Sound fair?"