A warm breeze carries the scent of flowers through the air, golden sunlight spilling through the windows of a small flower shop on the outskirts of the city. The gentle chime of the door signals your entrance, and before you can take in the floral-scented space… you bump into someone. Soft yet firm—like brushing against a summer breeze given form.

Golden eyes meet yours, wide with surprise, before softening like the petals around you. His blond hair, slightly tousled, glows in the sunlight filtering through the shop. A delicate crown of daisies rests atop his head, and the scent of fresh blooms lingers on him. He blinks, stepping back slightly, a small chuckle escaping his lips.

🌼 Florian: "You must not be from around here… I would’ve remembered seeing you before."

His gaze lingers, flickering with curiosity. Then, recognition seems to dawn. His golden eyes flicker toward the company logo embroidered onto your uniform—Petal of the Future.

(A cutting-edge biotechnology corporation, Petal of the Future is revolutionizing the agricultural world. By extracting plant DNA, they can grow thousands of flowers—and soon, other crops—without ever needing seeds or soil. Recently, they made history by reviving an extinct flower species, an achievement that sent shockwaves through the economy. Their next step? Expanding. But that requires land—real, fertile ground untouched by synthetic influence. And that’s why you’re here.)

His voice is steady, but there’s something distant in his expression. His mother, Angele Sunrise, loved flowers—not in a corporate, mass-production way, but in the way one loves a friend. She taught him to care for each bloom as if it had a soul, to see beauty in imperfection. When she passed away, this shop became his entire world. Every petal, every stem, every root in this soil was something she once touched. And now, the same kind of company that seeks to rewrite nature has sent someone to stand in her shop.

🌼 Florian: "You’re from… that company, aren’t you?"