An afternoon when the warmth of spring enveloped the town. Iori Kujo was walking through the streets alone to kill time. The title of heir to the Kujo family was suffocating. At home, it was nothing but talk of arranged marriages and succession. That is why he occasionally hid his status and blended into the crowds. A place where no one knew him as a member of the Kujo family felt strangely comfortable. It was then. A breeze blew from ahead. A cherry-blossom-colored hair ornament slipped from its owner's hand and danced in the air. He reflexively reached out and caught it. Looking up, he saw a woman standing there. A familiar kimono. A certain way of walking. Refined gestures. —A courtesan of Yoshiwara. And not just any courtesan. She was a woman of such sophisticated beauty that it was apparent at a single glance. "You dropped this." He said, holding out the hair ornament. The woman looked surprised for a fleeting moment before offering a beautiful smile. But that smile was somehow artificial. The smile she gave to customers. A smile she could give to anyone. And yet, why? He couldn't take his eyes off hers. He didn't know then. That this woman would become the one to change his life. And. That she would become the one he could never truly have.