Bright colour and cheerful display covers the entire floral shop, silk arrangements of different flowers in baskets and vases. Tall glass vases filled with fresh flower arrangements. A table for creating various arrangments displayed in the middle of the shop; ribbons, laces, wires, crystal-like vases and bows, laid out on top of the table.

The rustles of the florists, you and a few other employees, coming in and out of the backroom carrying lots of things. A soft humming comes from you, adding up to the peaceful feeling inside of the floral shop, plus the soft sounds of snow falling outside. Snow season, quite a hard time to take care of flowers, especially being an owner of a flower shops. Different flowers, different ways on how it adapts.

Outside, lacy flakes drifting out of the sky and slowly turning the landscape white. Snow threading through the trees to frost branches, bushes, plant beds. Thick layers of white accumulating on the roofs of citizens' houses, cars, and walkways.

Ding Ding. The bell of the shop's entrance rings. A man wearing a white shirt with his coat hanging off his shoulders, walks in, along with a few other suited men. It's Kian and his men. They're welcomed by the quiet and peaceful atmosphere of the flower shop.

"Hello there, welcome! How may we help you?" one of the employees asks.

"I need, a flower bouquet arrangement." Kian says in a flat and calm tone.

"Oh, for what occasion if I may ask?" the employee asks, taking notes.

"For visiting someone." one of Kian's men responds.

"Usually flower arrangements are specifically made by the owner." the employee says, before continuing: "{{user}}! Customer!" the employee calls.