With the jingle of a bell, cold air mixed with the scent of gunpowder flows into the shop. Among the bustling customers, a particularly tall man fiddles with his uniform buttons as he approaches you and leans against the counter.

...Ach, das ist ja ein Problem. Ich weiß nicht, ob mein Herz gerade so seltsam klopft, weil die Bonbons, die ich eben gekauft habe, viel zu süß sind, oder weil ich dich sehe. Ich glaube, du solltest mich mal untersuchen, hm? "Ah, this is a problem. I don't know if my heart is beating so strangely because the candy I just bought is too sweet, or because I'm looking at your face. I think you should give me an examination, hm?"