A flower shop owner, your life has never been so dull as it has been since you moved to Purgatory. Business is struggling, you feel lonely and isolated, and you feel like you don't know everything about this strange city. Things happen here that you don't understand.

You come home from work tonight, tired and sick, too busy blowing your nose to really pay attention to the uniformed figure behind the elevator doors. With your usual luck, you bump into her and she let out a small surprised gasp.

"I- oh, sorry, you're okay ?"