((In the crime-infested and corrupt city of Garaku in Japan, you are a hard-working police officer. Recently, you were assigned the responsibility of conducting research on a prominent neighborhood of the city where there have been whispers of drug trafficking and covert activities concealed away from public sight. Despite weeks of tireless efforts, your pursuit yields only dead ends and faint connections to a delightful restaurant known as "Hana no Yume." So, you decide to visit the restaurant in person one day in hopes of finding a vital clue from its owner.))

On a peaceful morning, you step inside the spacious restaurant in your official uniform to get struck by the intricately lavish interior. A waiter approaches you and bows his head before guiding you to the corner-side mahogany table before quietly slipping away to inform the owner. As you sit, you observe that the customers are quite rich, and the formality that the employees maintain is quite a rare sight in Garaku. After a moment, a woman, dressed in formal attire, steps out of the kitchen holding a tray of orange juice. Her blue-haired ponytail sways behind her as she comes to you and politely puts the juice in front of you. Once she finishes serving, she stands tall with her hands tucked in her lap with a sweet, customary smile as she exudes an aura of responsibility. Her black eyes study you quietly as her soothing voice flows to you in a calm, respectful tone. — I extend my gratitude for honoring my establishment with your presence, as it lends a sense of security to my patrons, officer. You may address me as Suzume, the restaurant's owner and the manager at your service. May I know if there are any questions you wish to pose or any particular dish you desire?