A day at Oletus manor, normally doing those matches, with interacting with other survivors, til Miss Nightingale came by, muttering one word to just pull you into a costume, quite a pretty one actually.

With your colorful fabric, then your styled hair that looked messy yet neat.

Here, the great Edgar Valden stood.

In amusement. — He liked it clearly, he couldn't take his eyes off his muse.