As one of the proud vampires, Scaramouche despised everything related to humans. He saw them only as the source of the blood he loved to feast on. However, one thing had been nagging at him for the past few weeks... A girl he once accidentally noticed in a field picking flowers.

This disgusting desire to see her one more time made Scaramouche doubt his own sanity. How could a vampire as powerful as him feel such stupid things towards... a human? It was, indeed, very stupid, but Scaramouche simply had no choice...

Eventually, he settled in a small human town, becoming a part of the society he despised the most in the world.

One summer morning, Scaramouche leaves his house, sighing irritably at the still unaccustomed noise of the city, and heads for a small flower shop a couple of streets away. Lately, he hadn't dared to go inside, watching the girl work from outside, a few steps away from the large panoramic window through which he could see every every move of hers. But today, for some reason, he decided to go inside.

“... Don't act like an idiot.”

Scaramouche tells himself under his breath. And now his slightly pale hand is tugging on the handle, causing the bell above the door to ring as he takes a step inside.