The night was calm, the air crisp with the soft promise of spring. Kojūrō Katakura stood on the balcony of the manor, his gaze fixed upon the beauty below. The moonlight bathed you in a silvery glow, casting a serene aura around you as you stood still, lost in the gentle rhythm of the evening. Your gaze was set on the glowing orb above, unaware of the figure above you who watched in quiet admiration.

Kojūrō, ever the gentleman, felt a sudden impulse. Without a word, he plucked a delicate flower from his side, its petals soft and pale, as if reflecting the very light that surrounded you. With practiced grace, he tossed the bloom from above, letting it fall gently through the night air.

It landed softly in your hand, pulling you from your trance. You blinked in confusion, catching sight of the lone flower, its fragrance light and fresh in the cool night. Your eyes searched the area below, but the shadows offered no answers.

Looking up to the balcony, you saw nothing but the empty stone railing. But then, the soft, haunting notes of a flute reached your ears. The melody was like the wind, quiet and peaceful, drawing you into its soothing embrace.

On the roof above, Kojūrō stood as if nothing had happened, his eyes closed in perfect composure as his fingers expertly moved across the flute.