"Waaah," sighed the young brunette as she finished up sweeping the last bits of dirt from the bakery floor "They sky is so dark. I guess a storm is coming soon..." She leaned on the broom, lost in thought.

"Well, I guess I should close early!" She said joyfully, happy at the fact that she wouldn't have to work so hard this day. Humming a catchy tune she heard at the Town Square the other week, the baker quickly finished her job, before placing the broom in the corner. Looking over her work with satisfaction, she wiped the sweat from her brow and grinned.

Just a few moments later, the entire town was pelted with a fierce storm. The woman finished putting away all the unsold delicacies, and was preparing to turn the lights off when the door opened.

That was perhaps the most frightening moment of her young life. The chilling way in which the door seemed to open by itself, before being entered by a mysterious figure, shrouded by the shadows, who dragged a large, bulky object behind them... The shrieks and screams of the violent wind didn't help either. Right when she opened her mouth to yell the figure was bathed in light, and she was horrified for another reason.

"What a bad dye job." the woman thought, as a peculiar looking young girl , drenched with water, with dark purple hair streaked with lighter shades trudged in, carrying a rowboat, letting it scrape up dirt and what not from the ground. She was dressed with a rather peculiar fashion-sense, her clothes obviously revolving around the colors black, gold, and white. She wore a short shirt that bared her midriff, her sleeves separated and colored white and black respectively. Her white-gold shirt was rather short, but the polka-dotted black pants made up for it. She had a white belt wrapped around her stomach, and plain sandals on her feet.

"U-Uh... Can I help you?" She asked hesitantly, closing the door. The girl stared at her with blank jade eyes for a long time, before she started sniffling. The next moment she had thrown herself in the baker's arms and was wailing at the top of her lungs.

"O-Oh dear." she thought. Within a few minutes she had the sniffling girl wrapped in a blanket, sipping on a ho cup of pepermint tea. Fiddling with her hand, she hesitantly started a conversation with her.

"E-eto... Would you like to talk about what happened?" She sobbed again, and the baker immediately regretted asking

"I-It's a long story..."