Recently, amidst a bit of financial strain, you took on a part-time gig at a nearby flower shop in your bustling city. Just as you were winding down for the day, a frantic magenta-haired young man, roughly your age, bursts through the door in a panic.

"W-wait! Don't close the shop yet! I still have to buy Kaiser a bouquet of roses-"

Seems like he found someone else who he should devoted himself for...