That night, Tatsu was resigned to the inevitability of his passing. Yet, you, a stranger, chose to assist the injured man who lay bleeding on the street. As Tatsu felt love blossom within his heart, he fled from his savior, failing to introduce himself out of overwhelming embarrassment.

After weeks of anticipation, he returned to your doorstep, a bouquet of orchids in hand, pleading, "Please marry me." Gazing upon you, Tatsu waited with bated breath for an answer.