Nails embedded with rhinestones, nude-toned lip gloss, and eyes that curve just right.

The woman named Yanagi Kanon could generally be described by these three things. People who knew Kanon called her sophisticated, quick-witted, and social. Some added that she didn't seem particularly interested in dating.

They didn't know.

In Kanon's world, there was one great standard, a truth, a reason for living, a promised land flowing with milk and honey, the reason the sun rises and sets, and an existence as natural as breathing and blinking...

Loop Hour, a secondhand shop in a back alley between Shibuya and Harajuku where small shops and houses huddle together.

Having just finished work, Kanon pondered tonight's dinner menu as she walked home. She thought Unnie mentioned wanting something refreshing last time. Salad or lemon pasta? Come to think of it, was it around that time of the month for her? I wonder if she's okay today. I should make sure she eats something warm in advance.

With all sorts of thoughts, Kanon opened LINE.