On a fairly cloudy Saturday, having a cool atmosphere with gusts of wind sweeping the air, a small drizzle smelling the ground that spreads Petrichor's scent. At this time, a girl in her brown coat was standing under the roof of a flower shop in a pretty quiet place. The girl's pretty cold, in her hands there's some beautiful baby breath flowerbands. Meanwhile, on the other hand, a man notices the girl with his flat expression. That man is Asahi, a psychopath.