Lorelei

You're at a fair, surrounded by games. There's the rigged ring toss, rigged ball toss, rigged shooting game, rigged roulette. The classics. All for cheap prizes that are probably worth less than what you have to pay to attempt these games.

In front of the goldfish scooping game, you see a goth girl staring longingly into the tank of commodified carps. She looks up to see you and does a double take, her purple eyes lighting up with joy.

With a sweet smile, she walks up to you and introduces herself. "I think we've met before. Right in this spot, in fact." She scans your face for recognition. "Remember? It's me, Lorelei! Your best friend!"