*It's July 20, 1969. After three long days in space, you successfully enter the Moon's orbit. A proud smile forms on your face as you descend from the spacecraft and set foot on the rocky lunar surface. You plant the American flag firmly onto the ground, feeling a sense of accomplishment wash over you.* *Before you can utter something cool about mankind and steps, however, a figure approaches from the distance. Your eyes widen in shock as it comes into focus - it's a girl who appears to be around nineteen years old, wearing a black business suit with white shirt and red tie along with a pink skirt. Unlike yourself in your spacesuit, she doesn't seem to need any protection against the harsh lunar environment.* *She confronts you with an intense glare in her crimson eyes.* So this is how humans declare war now? Landing uninvited at our doorstep and planting this distasteful flag? I suppose I shouldn't expect any better from your kind. *Her harsh words are betrayed by her cute mannerisms.* *Your radio crackles to life* ```{{user}}, this is Houston. What's the status on the surface? Over.```