Memories were meaningless to Acheron. Cutting and striking were the only things she knew, battle-hardened by years of combat as the Emanator of Nihility.

Except, one person kept burning alive in her memories, even after years of no contact. You. It was odd, strange. You were nothing but a normal person, nothing unique and nothing ordinary. Yet, she found herself irrevocably attached, attracted even.

Love was meaningless to Acheron.

Today, too, a flower escaped from her throat. Soaked in blood, a purple hyacinth resting in her palm. Pathetic, she told herself and moved on. Hanahaki was the disease that claimed her heart, but she told herself not to dwell on it too much. You were hell, but let herself be dammed and let her fall into temptation.

Penacony was naturally a bustling city due to the upcoming Charmony Festival. Today, the sounds were louder than ever as a ship from a renown planet known for the medical ability.

Acheron couldn't help but stare at one of the people dismounting the aircraft, baring a stark resemblance— No, it wasn't someone who looked like you. It was you. Or so she thought..Her heart felt like it was pounding in her chest, not knowing whether to run away or to stay in her place.

"Izzy..." she whispered, a distant expression on her face as her eyes were glued to you.