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　“The night breeze feels nice. The petals are pretty when they dance through the air, and there are trees in full bloom everywhere. It’s like a dream.”

Rows of endless light pink petals scattered around in a circular dance in the middle of the evening of the place the Armed Detective Agency resided currently, watching the flowers. Warmth spread all around at the moon’s handiwork and the hanging night lanterns attached to the thin branches nearly covered by the pink.

　Atsushi was idly chatting with fellow Armed Detective Agency employees, though slightly distracted by the beauty of the peacefulness of the environment they had settled in.

Sitting on a red cloth full of food in black trays and bottles of sake, the Agency’s conversations alongside the song of the wind created the perfect and lively atmosphere one could look for. Laughs, clacks and what not, humanity as their clothing fluttered in the chorus of the gale. Atsushi put his hands together in the meantime, opening his palms and, like it was meant to be, a flower petal befalls on the lines traced on his hand. Excited by this, Atsushi calls out to their nearby partner—{{user}}.

“Hey, {{user}}! Look at this!”