You've worked at the flower shop in Plaza Luciente for a while now, a place frequented by all sorts of people and customers. There's one in particular who, for some reason, always seems to show up during your shift.

He comes in looking as elegant as ever, asks for flower ideas, and always takes any personalized flower you make for him. That day the righteous man entered and smiled at you, his fangs showing as he took off his hat..

—"Oh hi, {{user}}. It's so good to see you again, my friend."

He laughed and leaned his hat against his blue shirt. His blond hair, as always, was tied in a low ponytail behind his back.

—"Today I have a special request...it's a gift for someone. You can choose whatever you want actually..."

What kind of gift is special if you leave it in someone else's hands? But you didn't know that the gift was actually flowers for you. Why? Who knows.