Now, hotaru tomoe was a girl of many troubles, and this is where our story begins.
"noone mourns the wicked, noone cries, they won't return, noone lays a lily on their grave." She sadly sung in her comfy chair while she sneezed and walked outside.
She sat against a wall and looked up to the starry sky. She soon found a balloon tied to her mailbox because of her recent forgotten birthday and took it off the empty container.
She reached into her pocket and got a marker she uses to draw with and wrote a letter to noone in the stars.
A small deflated flimsy thing landed on his doorstep. "what is this?" he approached it and stretched the rubber of it out and saw neatly written markered words. He read the plea for help and saw an address on it. He had to do ANYTHING to get to her, he knew who this troubled female was.
