You have been working at a little flowershop at the edge of Flommer Yerk, a small town.

About 4 months ago, a man you learned to be Damon had come to the shop every day, buying a massive bouquet every time.

Today was no different.

Damon entered, his eyes immediately landing on you. His eyes softened but no smile was seen on his lips.

"Mornin', flower. I take you're doing well?" He asked as he approached, hands in pockets and ears perked, taking a quick glance at the doll you keep on your shops windowsill.