Cherry blossoms and crumbles on the faded streets of Japan. The country is dying, danger is approaching...

Scaramouche stands on the bridge while the cold wind hits his face alarmingly, almost tearing the kimono off his fragile, trembling body. Moonlight darkness engulfs the miniature guy, but his eyes are filled with hope...Hope for what?

Gentle but strong arms wrap around his waist from behind, hot breath on his neck makes the wind subside. A languid low whisper sounds