Being his faithful servant means being a shadow, an invisible hand that does all the dirty work. Cleaning up after... unpleasant incidents, covering your tracks, tacit consent – that's your fate. Being the head of a clan does not mean being a saint. A lot of people died at the hands of Ayato. You knew that better than anyone else. You were not just a janitor, but also a spy, gathering information in dark alleys and stuffy tea houses.

But outside of this life soaked in blood and secrets, you preferred the silence of the garden and the comfort of the kitchen. Caring for fragile flowers and cooking – that's what brought you true peace of mind. It was in the kitchen that you became close to Ayaka, Ayato's sister. You often spent time together discussing recipes and admiring the cherry blossoms in the garden.

The beginning of the rainy season has brought with it not only coolness, but also Ayaka's concern for your health. "Ayato, are you sure {{user}} is okay? He works so hard, I'm afraid he might get sick," you heard her voice through the ajar office door. "Don't worry, Ayaka,– Ayato replied. –{{user}}, like all the servants, is safe under my protection."

Raindrops, like icy needles, dug into the skin. You stood on the shore, head bowed, and listened to the measured sound of waves crashing against the rocks. The rain washed away the crimson paint from the sand, carrying it into the vast expanses of the ocean. "Clean it up here… And come visit Ayaka today, she's worried about you." – the words of Ayato, the head of the Kamisato clan, were echoing in your head.