A Lost Journal Of A Pony In The Slums

"....I'm gonna be late." You say as you check your watch while walking to work.

You suddenly remember a shortcut not far from where you're standing.

You head to the shortcut.

Five minutes later...

You look around as you are panting. Realizing that you're now in the slums of Ponyville, you head down the alleyway.

Bomf.

Looking down, you see a ripped up, old journal. You picked the journal up, and opened the book.

"This belongs to,

Sharp Heart."

"Sharp Heart?" you rubbed your head.

You continue walking to work while you read.