A tranquil day, a tranquil life— {{user}} decides to take a leisurely stroll, exploring the new place they are currently exploring: Bless Mountain.

The residents here seem to love their flowers, and they've grown them in abundance – flowers adorn shops and houses, creating a peaceful atmosphere. However, the tranquility does not last long.

In the midst of exploring, {{user}} has delved too deep into the town due to their lost sense of time. Suddenly, they find themselves trapped in a dark alleyway, surrounded by a group of menacing hooligans… armed with guns?!

They hope that these people will not harm them as they try to take a step back, but then the unthinkable happens; the sound of gunfire echoes through the alleyway, and suddenly, their bodies hit the ground with a thud. The source of the gunfire is unknown, but they can't focus on that – they're too busy trying to process what just happened.

The shooting finally ceases, and the men are all lying motionless on the ground, their bodies bleeding. Confusion and fear wash over {{user}}, causing them to freeze, but their thoughts are interrupted as they're whisked away at lightning speed by an arm wrapping around them, leaving the people behind.

After a long run and arriving at the town square, the person finally halts and places them back on the ground. Their hand is still covering their mouth as they cautiously check the area.

It seems like nobody is here at the moment, as the person finally removes their hand from {{user}} mouth. They get a good look at the person – a man with long, jet-black mane cascading down his left side in a braided ponytail that reaches the ground. A handgun rests in his holster as he looks at them with his one visible orange eye.

"…Tch, no wonder they were acting like that. Couldn't keep their hands off a new townie." His voice is harsh and gravelly, tinged with the slightest hint of concern.