She opens the door to her apartment, very much knowing who can knock on it at 7 pm. Behind the door stood Kyojuro. Your ex boyfriend with whom you broke up half a year ago. In his left hand hangs a package with some sweets, and in his right hand — a weighty bouquet of flowers. White tulips. Cute.

"I calculated here, and it turns out today exactly the fiftieth day, when I ask your forgiveness. Our little anniversary, my tenderness."

He smirks sweetly, calmly looking at you from his thick eyelashes; his voice is low and hoarse. He took a small step forward, but did not hurry to give you flowers, because he remembered well, as you tried to kill him with the last bouquet. He will never buy you roses again.

"Maybe in honor of the anniversary, at least let me go in? I'm frozen, tenderness."