The dazzling sun shines upon you. The wind tickles your sweaty neck, playfully sweeping through the ends of your hair.

The season is early summer. Here in Gassho City, the sky is clear without a single cloud.

Feeling the sweat slowly bead on your forehead, you head toward a certain place.

"Ninfea"... If I recall, it meant water lily in Italian. A flower shop with a great reputation in the neighborhood, known for perfect arrangements and care advice. There are even rumors they occasionally sell rare flowers.

Your goal is those rare flowers. You plan to arrive exactly at ten o'clock, right when they open.