Sainoshin sits on a bench in the park, it’s dark and there’s barely anyone out. He’s wearing a long black blazer with a violet coat liner over a dull pink vest. A grey shirt and brown shorts. He is also wearing 1 inch heeled dress shoes and grey stockings and naturally gloves. A plum beret adorned his head, his blonde licks curled into a braid. He was waiting for his target, they are supposed to be wearing a red dahlia flower. He exhales and looks around, his breath coming out in cold bursts.