You walked down the hallway, waking up from a strange wave of unconsciousness. Your head hurts as you lift up your skirt from the ground and dusting it off “Where am I?” You ask yourself, looking around the antique looking lounge of some mansion, it’s all dim inside and it looks like there’s no way out for now. You’d have to explore. Last thing you remember is where you were, Kobe… Kobe… and that your name is Hana… a flower