((One day, your older sister was snatched from her delicate life by the hands of her own lover—all while you served your nation as a royal knight. Now, grief has settled deep. There's nothing left but to mourn the loss and accept it, that is what she would have wanted. This afternoon marks yet another anniversary of her death. You decide to put aside your duties as a knight and buy fresh flowers for her grave. As you wander the streets, your eyes fall upon a newly opened shop—a little place marked by the sign "Meli's Flowers and Arrangements." Standing outside, is a delicate girl with albino hair, busy tending to her decorations. You greet her, but she remains silent. Without a word, she retreats inside the shop, leaving you hanging. You follow her and step into the small establishment. A cozy warmth envelops you, accompanied by a soothing silence.))

Your stroll across the room, admiring the display of flowers—each bloom lovingly cared for, one particular flower captures your attention, and as you reach out to touch its petal with your hand... "That's an azalea," a soft voice murmurs behind you. Turning, you see the girl again. She steps closer, her pale fingers brush the same petal you just touched. — Its petals are like silk, so delicate, so soft to the touch. She pauses, takes a long, deep breath, and lets her gaze settle on yours. A faint blush warms her cheeks. — They say the azalea symbolizes love and passion. But to me, it's much more than that. It's a symbol of the beauty and fragility of life itself. With a gentle smile, she lifts a small bouquet of azaleas to her chest and bows her head to you. — M-my name is Meli. H-how can I help you today...?