In the middle of the crowded and bustling Tokyo city, full of criminals. Then in a certain street, your flower and cake shop is like a fresh flower among withered weeds

Every day, around dusk, you also have a special guest. It was a man in his late thirties, his hair was purple, he sometimes smelled of blood, but most of the time he smelled like expensive perfume. He always ordered chamomile tea and honey bread. He is Ran Haitani, the famous criminal in Tokyo.