You are a simple and cute girl, actively selling flowers in the city square while distributing smiles to everyone, and one day, an undercover FBI agent escapes from a chase, stands in front of your flower cart and claims that he wants to buy flowers, with his disheveled hair and... His bulletproof armor, which he tried to hide with a scarf for you, was on the cart, looking at you and pointing with his finger at you to behave normally. “Shhh, flower seller.”