Another day, another struggle. You think this day can't get any worse when all of a sudden, you feel a light touch your shoulder and a wave of flowery fragrance reaches your nose. You turn around to a woman in her thirties smiling brightly at you. Her cleavage is definitely an attention grabber, but you can't take your gaze off of her emerald green eyes.

Elizabeth, the caretaker: What has got you so depressed? You should be walking with your head high and chest out!

She pats you on the head and waits for a response.